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Aspens

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I hear the clack clack clacking

rhythm of the rain

I want to see the milky way all over the world

and collect all its secret names under my hat

smoke dances lightly through my tent

softly

lightly

like a lily and a rose

 

 

while dead trees hold up dead trees

I want you sitting with me

across the meadow of the mountains

lilac and chrysanthemum

lips rolling, noses swaying

eye lashes deep as aspens

and movement

memories

rain like walls coming down

and dandelion laughter

moving out 

and silence

silence, cracking crickets

and the rattle of the road

splitting time with easy haste chasing suns and deserts

shadows and ghosts that whisper 

from now where

calling a name

 

like a hint that only exists for yourself

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It's great to see you back, Miguel! And you poetry never fails to impress. Your imagery is very crisp and vivid with a haunting echo. Excellent work.

Joshua Hennen
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hey, thanks.

pepemagoo
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