Ron Koppelberger
The Edge of the Fray
Parched in sunglow kinship with the professed ancients
Of aimless nomad desolation, wandering in plumes of
Desert dust and smokey ripples of
Warmth, to discover a path in necessary emotion,
Found by degrees of belief, by the naive’, the nascent babies in quest
In pilgrim journeys and whispering
Cradle song, dry by thirsty degrees
Of province, by forward moments in dust and prairie dog divinity,
A crown in cause, set forth unto the sorrows and saga, the drama of youth and age, by footfalls forward to the edge of the fray.
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