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Resurrection
Beneath a darkened moon
she found him.
His heart had been
gnawed by Pain;
his body gnarled
with Anguish.
From cupped hands
she offered him a drink
of Toil and Turmoil
but he turned away.
She tore the blouse
from her bosom
and tore a piece of
her heart
melding it to his.
Then lying down
beside him they slept
dreamless sleep.
When the sun next rose
upon the grassy knoll
where they had lain
only a tall oak remained.
© Gayle J. Montgomery 2003
© Gayle J. Montgomery 2003
Full Circle Studio
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Ranchos de Taos, NM 87557-1704
505-758-7292
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