Desert Tea Party |
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Losing Sinai Look back there,
our voices dissolving This desert
night is the most silent doors slamming
family into home. in her search
for food. our pale faces
sharpening tangible on
lips, throats— easy—a Bedouin
song of memory, so hard now
to read at home, passing every
hour. What was it I thought I touch my
empty ear shell, remnant Emily Wall |
paintings ©2000-2003 Elise Tomlinson, poems ©2000-2003 Emily Wall & Alexis Easley |