DESERT TOWN

When the sage cameback in.

From the desert.

He propped thedisciples up again like sparrows.

On a clothesline.

Some had falleninto despair this puzzled him.

In the desert.

Where he baked hisheart.

Were no shadows noup and down to remind him.

How they dependedon him a boy died.

In his arms.

It is veryexpensive he thought.

To come back.

He began toconform.

To the cuttingaway ways.

Of this world afire was roaring up.

Inside him hisbones by now liquid and he saw.

Ahead of him.

Waiting nothingelse.

Waiting itself.