Like a Warrior
The flowering of hot, wet light:
reflections in the bathing ripples.
I wobble in an undulating bay as I
recall no ownership of God.
The action of our spirit:
the warrior who dances with the sun.
In this sadness is given meaning:
the deep, craning pockets of blue to be shared.
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