Aspiration
March 28, 2018Wind, shorn from the sky by glass
and concrete, whistles down the face
of the casino tower, flings the naked
branches of a sidewalk tree, and pours
Wind, shorn from the sky by glass
and concrete, whistles down the face
of the casino tower, flings the naked
branches of a sidewalk tree, and pours
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On the long tether of a day in June
Beyond the Zion swamps, the prisoned palms
Of four men opened toward a promised land.
And yet, below the shadows of limestone
Joseph thought again, I am going
Like a lamb to the slaughter.