| Bullet Ballet - Amaryllis | |
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with amaryllis hanging low, the gate is left ajar and water chilling nice and slow we walk upon this soil shared, emitting beads of hope the cacti are beyond compare let's nestle close and stare awhile at eagles soaring overhead their crying can be heard for miles i put no keys upon my door, it's open for the bobcats whose steps are heard these days no more so green my desert mind is seen, a rapturous reply though provisions have grown lean i wished i could have offered up a bonfire made of cedar a milkwort stew of greens and stuff my children, greet the summer! my children, taste the moon! we'll grow the way only selection could move us the sunrise is coming soon the amaryllis and the lily throw their roots down side by side the earth accepts and holds them firmly my backpack filled with pictures of emancipated feelings to see the sky, one only need look up |
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