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  Flat Rock
   
 

A flat rock in the desert captures a pool of light.
I lower myself into the water and spread out.
There is no one here to witness this mirror
I have become as sky slips in over me.
This place of light is far out in the silence of desert.
A live rain sweeps across my face. I am
living without distance, without time:
a flat rock capturing water and light.
At night my eyes stand still. The moon
tracing the depth of my transparent face
lingers as light: stars on the surface
of what I have become
will disappear in the morning
like this life.

 
   
  Bruce Owens
   
  Copyright © 2003 Bruce Owens
   
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