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In the Labyrinth of Old Love
With respect, Jim Simmerman, The Last Word
by Mary Jo Balistreri
You can be the sun's fierce fire,
if I can be the rainbow that links both land and sea.
You can be the obsidian, flit and frit of volcanoes
if I can be the sea glass held within a child's hand.
You can be fall's harvest of leaves,
if I can be the ashes piled against our roses.
You can be the river's constellation of stars
while I can be the swirling nebula.
You could be flame that tears its way through fields,
if I can be charred ghosts of old melodies.
The burning bush of Moses, you can be that too,
and I'll be embers that sustain our hearth.
First published Poetry East