Tuesday, May 8, 2012

High Desert

Dear Mary,

I first met your words in this high desert. You are with me now as I  stand under these big open-mouthed  skies, the Milky Way  pouring into my veins.

That a stranger can become an intimate through poetry is your gift to us.

Thank you for offering us the world of your imagination.

Be well.
Beth Surdut

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