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To Keep Him Company

A lonely god

sits and waits

for dust

to rise like

smoke.

A weaver threads

his loom of life

with spun gold:

a glorious

display --

a sower strews

his seeds by hand;

mother earth lets them

take root.

The phoenix rises

from the ash,

all aflame

and feathers red.

And still the

lonely god does wait

for breath to take

and keep him

company.

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Published: Aug 30, 2011
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