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I could see Montana in your unopened eye lids Vast valleys in your chlorophyll Your fingertips dipped in rust And then you shook them to Dry I love your sky Colorado Split ends that could spilt Appalachians I would touch you if I had hands Rub our rust like tectonic plates My ridges are cold like Alaska New England Industry booms me out Like bullets But I found you near the Delaware again, Like I did back in the winter ‘76 Or maybe ‘74 I can’t remember I hated the combat but I loved the war Reminds me of yours Your crashing Colorado Runs down your spine The Mississippi would cut through yellow stone If it could But You are dying, I know that now Like everything else, like Vietnam I see your red and your white But where is your blue? I’ve seen the hands of America I’ve lost mine too.
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 6:15 PM UTC
The Coin and The Flower
I could see Montana in your unopened eye lids Vast valleys in your chlorophyll Your fingertips dipped in rust And then you shook them to Dry I love your sky Colorado Split ends that could spilt Appalachians I would touch you if I had hands Rub our rust like tectonic plates My ridges are cold like Alaska New England Industry booms me out Like bullets But I found you near the Delaware again, Like I did back in the winter ‘76 Or maybe ‘74 I can’t remember I hated the combat but I loved the war Reminds me of yours Your crashing Colorado Runs down your spine The Mississippi would cut through yellow stone If it could But You are dying, I know that now Like everything else, like Vietnam I see your red and your white But where is your blue? I’ve seen the hands of America I’ve lost mine too.
#love#loss#past
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 6:15 PM UTC
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