JB
by
Joseph Lisowski
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02.10:117
copyright
2002
JOHN THE BAPTIST TURNS TO GENEOLOGY
The burning bush is beyond,
Its embers locked in the past.
Desert sand covers my feet, my calves.
It fills my nose, dries my lungs. I cough.
My voice stutters. Am I Moses?
Who is my father?
The sea's just over the horizon,
Calm to the color of ewe's milk.
Beyond is the burning bush.
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