Elysabeth Faslund Poems

Of light, dark. Mist and rain,
wondering if neighbors are awake
in this hollow-realmed morning
to see oak, ash, unbroken thorn.
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I will not get a call from Egypt today,
Or wear saffron tomorrow.
But tonight I'll dance for Rameses
and walk the Taj Mahal,
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Seek you the Bo Tree?
Incarnations of Krishna?
And, having found that Tree,
will the Maid from the river
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