Gloria Kim


Desert - Poem by Gloria Kim

Desiccate, not dead.
A giant's vast hot canopy
whose simmering shimmering horizon
bellies up boulder silhouettes
and cacti.

A slow-baked earth
pending the hour of completion.
What subterranean yeasts rise
1000 degrees Celcius into the millennia?

To be this still!
Silent, aware, most powerfully
alive.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 22, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, April 23, 2012


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