THE LOOK ON SULPHUR’S FACE

 

 

Evening shadows climb after rain
around the equinox of dark and light
on Sulphur’s face. My plural we,

all our eyes look up for an expression,
for a hint of the future on the horizon,
beneath the last of gray cumulus

when the green grass seems golden—
almost heavenly when the granite
stacked could be pillars of marble.

How could it seem any other way
after months of no rain? How much
closer to the gate can we imagine?

 

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