The Holy Road
Your voice like smoke,
it calls from the distance
Luring your enemy into
winds of deceit
The clouds of your fathers,
hiding hailstones above
Disguising the truth
—as you lie in wait
(Devil’s Tower Wyoming: September, 1990)
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