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Mythic Rockscapes
This is my secret,
where I draw the line.
Stone turns to stick,
good medicine,
gathering power.
What you see
is the aftermath
of a flame—
bits of star fire,
barely visible.
When the light
I will rise up,
I will vanish,
I will be gone.
Copyright ©2005-08 Bill Dahl and Cynthia Anderson