Waiting here Sunday, lost

By Cynthia Linville

This article was published on 03.29.12

my growing need caught in the horizon,

I found this garden

caught in the circle of the past:

fried paradise.

Heat is running out into night

(fruit is but a pilgrimage)

I shall love all the thorns that bleed.

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