#39 Fire of the World by Kathamann

Evidence of shimmering dimensions.
Hawks born into explicit skin and bone.

Landscapes of fearful heat.
We drain the mountains of its land.

Lay hard on the long light.
Surviving fire is news.

Copper cavities crammed inside stone.
Spoiled blossoms sculpted and afraid.

We call the atoms around us to move the spirit.
What is equal often divides.

Kathaman has been involved in painting and sculpture in the Santa Fe arts community for thirty years.  She is a retired Peace Corps Volunteer/Afghanistan and registered nurse. Her poetry has been published in numerous literary magazines, including Waving and Malpais Review, as well as included in several anthologies.


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