Storm in Africa

You wrote daily
from Africa.

The wind in your words
swept me to spaces
sown by wild orchids,
stalked by lean lions.

But a new love captured,
carried you down
fresh pathways, lay
beside you when wolves
prowled in the night.

Our storm now peaked
and passed, I am a leaf,
tumbling,
with no memory
left of its home.



Pris Campbell
©2003

Artwork: Crash by Elena Retfalvi.. Elena's artistic goal is to portray strong emotions in her photographs. An award winning photographer, she exhibits her work all over the world. Click on her name to visit her website. A must see!

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