Lorraine Schechter

VII The rain continues, ground well soaked. Heaven and Earth embrace tendrils of clouds wind their way down into the dark gash of the Rio Grande Gorge. In the West the sun sets brilliant in its daily dying the whole sky filled with creamsickle light, magenta clouds resting on deep purple peaks. With one final shudder it's gone.

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Issue #7, February, 1999 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.