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Waiting for RainLast dry days before summer rains hollyhocks stand tall as maidens in pre-dawn light along Agua Fria Street. Dust has settled leaving no trace of those who travelled this road by day. You vanished but your angry ghost passes me everyday. I want to call a cease-fire, ask for peace talks. Love's casualties are high in a war senseless, like all wars fought because each side felt betrayed by the other. I am war-weary tired of battle even as new light fills the eastern sky. Sunrays bless this land and those who live here without question, born to a place where rains come only after the waiting and the waiting.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
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Issue #25, February, 2002 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.