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Stela
This one's new - a draft - what do you think?
Stela
Caged gray words
a smooth white mask
shrouded, scarred visage
disfigured, twisted fragments of face
stitched together, a fierce map
where ancient griefs traverse
gnarled hills, roughly threaded roads
salty rivulets, gullied culverts
torrents coalesce, cascade
the storm-dark sea.
Katherine A Minden 2007
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