Turquoise Trail

Into the West Sonnet Series

Seeking a stone to fill the hole of loss
that gaped and sang for medicine. Precious
as silver mined or a hawk feather tossed
by the wind, where the high desert’s spacious
grace gives benediction to art. Holy
dirt in a hole in the floor, offering
a cure, a miracle. We were only
travelers, become pilgrims, bestowing
meaning where meaning was found. The…



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