Desert Laureates
Four from India
coffers filled
with cobwebs
dusty jargon
of their own
wept assunder
by your glances
lost disciples
driven snowflakes
of the
full grown moon
you taught to dance
once so fluent
by the fireside
flaunting heavens
innocence
love itself will not
commit you to the
desert laureates
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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