The Glowing Poem by Carol Mays

I wait by the mine
Outside the camp.
Between us, the pinyons
Slash and partition
Your fire, like fence posts.
They keep me at bay.

Here in the shadows,
I think I know you.
But, in the flame of life,
You dance with all.
I won't be to you
One other to twirl.

If you should feel
The pull of the silence,
The call of a private heart,
You'll venture beyond
The grove of sentries.
Then we together
Might prospect for gold.