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Remember Me

Remember me? I remember you. My home- Where the meadowlark laughs And the sun paints the tranquil sky Over the ancient hills- A familiar majesty, The sagebrush and thistle, So strong and hardy, Ugly to most, Dear to me. I long to wander those hills again- Anthills and rabbit prints. To feel the constant wind (I left, but it never will). To dance in the summer monsoons At the foot of my driveway, Where the water pools, And scream at the weeping heavens- Turbulent and beautiful Like an iron sea overhead. Here, here is where my memories Lie, close to the little cactus, And here is my quartz collection. Through two backyards and across a street A red stucco house With porcupine grass. My best and only friend. She knows me better than I do. I miss her. I love this place. It is my home, And my support, The harmony to my song. You may not hear it, But sine qua non. You can take a girl out of the desert, But she will leave her heart behind.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 6/2/2017 11:38:00 AM
wow. very romantic. even pictured a house like somewhere in a rustic village; like a song, finely put together. very good! cheers!
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Date: 6/21/2017 5:08:00 PM
Thanks! I appreciate your feedback.