a photo of a river through a forest
a painting of a child lifting his hand to his mother
she balances a jar of water on her head
three white stones on what's left of a gray worn limb
from a land that has ceased to exist
the vista from that tree
a camel carrying a tourist to the pyramids
silent victrola
cigarette burns on its lid
left by teenagers old when I was young
for many years abandoned
reclaimed from a shed covered in pine needles
shelves of books
bindings bleached by seldom light
how many do I still refuse to surrender?
those pages I once turned
telling myself stories of adventure
trying to unfurl the language of love
walking the tangled trails beyond love
to solemn places in unknowable deserts
standing naked and shivering before a scent of holiness
I still can't rid myself of these
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