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Lilies and Olives

There was no way I could boil and 
drink yesterday's espresso, or move 
the olive tree to the ridge, or make 
the sky forever purple, or perch in the 
trees with the sparrows and blue jays.

There was no way I could forget how 
you aimed the car toward the cliff when 
I was only fourteen because you were
having one of the many rages.

There were wars all over the world on 
the day of my eighteenth birthday when 
my car broke down in Carmel and I tried 
to look older with Max Factor as I waited 
by the beach smelling the sand and spray 
and foam from and the old fishing boats.

There was never a way to cut the fire
from my mouth and replace it with a 
hand full of lilies and roses. I'll just stay
here among the California oranges and 
sparrows listening to their infinite red 
and brown stripped lives and on occasion
a hummingbird.

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Date: 6/20/2013 7:54:00 PM
This is really great and very intriguing...love,Deb
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