Ever After

Dora moves the stone.
from over the cave entrance

where the Christ had lain
three days until risen.

In this cave sleeps a metaphor.
In this cave hear soothing old whispers.

Dora finds a comfortable place,
builds a fire and sits.

On the bare wall rusts a mineral line left by water.
On the floor molders an ancient linen shroud.

Dora crushes reddish hematite pebbles
in a shallow granite bowl.

We blow dust, one palm print each,
on the sandstone wall. Right hand.

Right hand. Paleolithic graffiti-form
above the celebrated vacancy.


copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney

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