Carolyn Dunn's News and Views

havent posted in some time--- heres some new works...
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The road ends in circles

in eastern Utah.

Painted canyons

Like decorated eyes

and things

of death.

Beginnings

and endings that

somehow run together,

things that look

the same.

Grief is the land,

ever changing,

ever moving,

looking on its surface

the same,

but below,

where breath and blood

begins. The changes

are subtle.

Death comes to the edges,

moving slowly inward,

dark edges

drowning in black,

like her soul,

under the scorching sun

or clear, cool water.

An absence of breath

and blood

turns to dusk

cutting off space

of living,

And turns

the place where

grief reigns.

Brown, colorless grief,

like the roads

that end in circles

in eastern

Utah.