“Gale”
When the east wind blew, I followed the storm.
I watched a baby sleep, bathed and warmed.
Gust of wind dumped white my head.
A color that is no color--a blinding glare.
A color I will never wear.
I saw sapphires in the snow.
Some cowboys house, Park City, Utah
I watched a baby sleep, bathed and warmed.
Gust of wind dumped white my head.
A color that is no color--a blinding glare.
A color I will never wear.
I saw sapphires in the snow.
Some cowboys house, Park City, Utah
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