In this first poem, I envision the sunlight passing through the desert on its long journeys, and resting here.
Where the Sunlight Stays
This is the pied-à-terre of sunlight,
Where it rests, having left its homeland
And traveled to far places,
Fluttered down upon a blue world
Where it has found a home,
Sleeping in the cup of the mountains,
On the cushion of the …
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