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Acacia trees in the Sahel sub-Saharan savanna ecoregion, Gourma, Burkina Faso: photo by Marco Schmidt, 9 August 2006
...............“I must complain the cards are ill-shuffled till I have a good hand.” — Swift
"Believing something will happen
Because I don’t want it to
And that some other thing won’t
Because I do --” I wailed to the dealer --
“This is desperation.” “Yeah?” he said. But then by
Your graceful lines, your lioness’ mane,
Your heat as you returned from
Your day in the jungle, you relieved me from
What in myself was desperate,
What even now insists on wishing
And believing. Still in the sheen of finely-breathing
Blond hair that covers you,
By the flashing way you move from tree
To tree, and from room to room,
Making it a bright full house,
I find at least the light to see the cards I am dealt.
La Gran Sabana (Venezuela): photo by Inti, 9 December 2008
6 comments:
I wish I could understand better that contradiction...very nice!
This is a fierce and wonderful Valentine!
That sharp light that only good and true people can give us is necessary. I know.
Nick The Greek Folds
You win hands down, dude--
This is a royal straight flush
Of a poem.
Many thanks everyone, it's a great consolation to know that, when the hyenas are closing in on the poker game, someone will be there to help wheel the gurney.
Beautiful, Tom.
Muchas gracias, Robb.
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