Black Sun, 1962

Healing Stone

At this end of the village
the stars are myriad
tending fires --
a frightened sister
an ailing wife.
I will carry hot soup
to my mother. Oh
mother, drink this soup,
it will make you feel better.
I see faces, tending fires
under one sky
this small village.

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