Her Foreign Home

She was ahead of me on the erratic trail
in the canyons above the arid valley
she sang while she stepped I tried to keep up
but every impromptu turn lost me

Woman comes in the guise of god
god leaves just like you knew she would
I read her gospel in the original Greek
an ancient dialect I could not speak

Lesson as true as left and right
taught in the goose down of unslept night
then I caught sight of her again waving
was that a teasing or an inviting gesture?

She stood in tall grass below sun above leaves
a doe at home in a foreign pasture.


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