I wrote this poem many years ago, when I was experiencing some frustration with a new relationship.
I wait by the mine Outside the camp. Between us, the pinyons Slash and partition Your fire, like fence posts. They keep me at bay. Here in the shadows, I think I know you. But, in the flame of life, You dance with all. I won't be to you One other to twirl. If you should feel The pull of the silence, The call of a private heart, You'll venture beyond The grove of sentries. Then we together Might prospect for gold.
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