An Untitled Poem
Riding under blue-burnt rain
falling on umber back and mane
heaven pour your manna sweet
upon our tongues and naked feet.
Fill the body, baptismal rain
in sheeted fury enfold our flame
your tactic wind in angel consent
bears desert spice from earthen wet.
Rose-blue this sky, shepherd rain-
your east and west now rainbow-tamed
now gallows dusk turns monochrome
and signals both heart and soul to home.
– The Legacy Letters, by Carew Papritz