Voice is a sculpture of whispers

seeking peaceable clarity,

spelling prayers to the silence

where the heart casts shadows wide

as the vineyards of La Mancha.

The refuge that hangs in the dark

becomes laced to the wing of doubt.

Dawn becomes hard to conceive.

A DISCERNABLE HORIZON

In delirious thirst, clouds drift unchained.

Dense with silence, the altitude between

the hawk's arc and the tracing in the sand

spells a last definition of freedom

where clouds drink themselves into wine dark storms.

Jeffrey C. Alfier

(Tucson, Arizona)

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