Essential Persistence


The wisdom of the wind is motion,
Wandering ecstatic, yet sublime.
The charity of rain is laving lotion,
Cleansing residues of urban grime.
The genius of the sun is searing passion
Violent, erotic rampant fire.
But cooling clay and earth we wear in fashion
Finally, when our hot hearts expire.

Our flesh erodes. Our bones flake too.
But souls need neither& born, anew.
1987

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