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never rive
in the dust of summer riverbeds where heat melts an afternoon sun and Greek footprints have eroded and dry season winds from mountains and withered plains roll and swirl gurus still tell of ancient battles gurus still tell of blood flowing toward empty channels of summer rivers in the parched throats of listeners where a drink is barely remembered and early morning dew forgotten and listening far simpler than speaking and breathing slow and soft storied heroes seem so distant storied courage of another time a time elders remember a time of water as afternoon revolves away toward where mountain tops hover and white floats above grey and sun settles upon icy summits and seems to slake a thirst acquired during high listening an artifact of memory and imagination colored in tales of battles softened by dust even as it reddens and swells there a setting sun suckles and nurtures upon distant breasts and colors the white horizon hues and shadings never imagined by legendary heroes who laid swords and shields in the dust knowing that very sun had found rest in a place they would never reach in timeJohn Marvin |