Poems by Steven Federle
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
Meditation at San Damiano
dark veins fill my sight
lying dendrites firing doubt
through my fragile faith,
complication
denying all escape
but as these steps ascend the steep hill
and converge into the unseen sky
I climb
to my blue redemption,
simple
and free.
(20 Aug 2010)
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