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Show Santa Fe: a rain chant Mil gracias, amiga your body divided across me a r i v e r , brown and in flood rushing around a boulder. I'm not ungrateful-your grace deserves a witness, your dance cries for melody, your breasts leap free, perfect quarter-notes. How can I refuse i t , the harmony. Cara mia, corazon how are you so l i k e touching adobe? You sun-warmed cathedral with swallows f l i t t i n g near the b e l l s of your water-black eyes. You cry out from your body's center, your voice i s a thousand does giving b i r t h in the folds of the r i c h , brown h i l l s. The mountain, you are near the peak, the path i s gone, you f a l l , the spell the well of a i r , the water-mirror washed clean, the clouds are broken, you weep a warm and endless hush. (Perron, Utah 1977) |