The Holy Road

Your voice like smoke,

 it calls from the distance

 

Luring your enemy into

 winds of deceit

 

The clouds of your fathers,

hiding hailstones above

 

Disguising the truth

—as you lie in wait

 

(Devil’s Tower Wyoming: September, 1990)

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