Saturday, June 29, 2013


The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton

Bound by rough-hewn edges of the Serengeti,
they longed for Kilimanjaro's cool winds,
as poor as they could be while hiding 
and hoarding their cold stones of fire.

They gathered their inheritance, swearing they would 
hasten across the lion-swept grasses before this night was done,
as free as gazelles in the distant sun's drooping glare -

as far as we know, 
they're still running 
while those golden embers burn.