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BLACK SHEEP PASSING

A poem by Sandy Lulay

 

We stand
West of a whisper
Close to falling in love.
Twin souls
Bending over balconies
Looking at
Stone roses blooming
In moon smoke.

Passion
Ties charms to raindrops
Looking for a chalice
Finding
The cottage teapot
Cracked brown with the age
Of our tears.
The magic invisible.

We meet
The bitter and the sweet
At midnight
Lighting candles in the chapel
For the breath of fire
Born free
In the hanging space
Of saints.

We meet;
Merlot on our lips
As red as the berry
Before death.
The stain betrays us
As the heart betrays us
To love
Where ever
We must.

No longer
Part of the harvest
That stains the fields
We plough,
We never surrender
To the black sheep
Passing through
Our separate Lives.

Years from now
We'll walk
Through the honeyed dust
Collecting seeds
Of a memory,
Weary
Of a path grown short,
Shadows
Gone blind.

Crossing over
In flat silence; our eyes
Looking for grape blossoms
See new spring weeds
Growing up fences
Of stone
And black sheep passing by
A rusty hinge.

 

       Sandy Lulay, originally from Woodstock, New York, is a resident of Stuart, Florida. Lulay is an "Original Woodstock Girl" who has been writing poetry since age ten. Many of her poems have been published both in Woodstock and Stuart's Sleeping Bear Review. She is currently working on a collection of poems that express the true soul of Woodstock, America's first art colony.

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Published May 14, 2001
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