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There’s color in the brush
In Florida canyon flush with the gifts of spring
Which means a year ago
We slept out in a fold
Of the Pinyon Peaks
The desert rain will bring
The ocotillo sleeves of green again
But me I cannot wait
I’ve only learned to take
And I’m led by greed
So I am never free
I don’t know what taught my blood
This vain entitlement
While the cactus survives just by the dew
And in truth I am mostly water too
My head is full of dreams
Where a tired beggar speaks
In a calm farewell
I know it’s only me
But I listen carefully
As I tell myself
Son you’re young
You’re a raw onion
Spoiled rotten please
Don’t lie to me
He says it’s all in your hands
And you have to hurt someone
To understand
That love is only grace
You’ll know you’re wise when you awake with thanks
Searching for her face
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