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By chris Date: 2004 Nov 20 Comment on this Work [[2004.11.20.19.06.29607]] |
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my bosque grande with your forty shades of brown how easily you disappear from way up here into the desert that surrounds you i came to you lost but didn't know it and now on days when i think too much is gone you welcome me like the family i had all along just before coming up here today i see a fast-moving squall blanketed the crest with snow (cold to the touch the flakes keep the earth warm below) it's down in the valley now puffs of white shot through with sun i am among friends yes and with her the journey ends |