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Sunday, June 26, 2016

the drizzle of diamonds




the drizzle of diamonds

the sky used to drizzle diamonds
her face turned to heaven as she
stood infant in arms and whirled
good fortune at peak – now gone
to rot – weeping willowed roots
wrapping round her ankles on
the trail to the tunnel where ex-pat
mothers trudge seeking surcease
from the swift sickled saint, sur-
cease from those relentless
slashes of the soul - seeking
entrance to the black tunnel with-
out end - yet - there -through it all
in memory - manifested - ahead 
the drizzle of
diamonds
sparkling
still