Poem: Life and Death

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 It was evening-

the sun

in its last moments

with a final burst

of brown, and copper and rose

seemed to die

passing on its immortality to me,

as I sat on the beach

the silver sands

now golden;


She was by my side.

The dying rays reflecting 

on her auburn hair,

her bonzed limbs,

their sensuous sheen;


Death seemed so far away

and Life so full. 








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From Burnt Offerings 1996 

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