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Cedar Fires
ОглавлениеCedar fires burn in my heart.
You speak of emeralds, cocaine, and henna.
You are slow rain fragrant in the eucalyptus,
in the silver leaves.
At night we look out at the Pleiades.
I think of the antelope carved in the rock
at Puyé: carved, perhaps, seven hundred
years ago. And, now, we touch the Pleiades.
For two weeks, seven hundred years,
cedar fires burn in my heart.