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Earthchild Feb 2014
Have you ever taken a sip of strong liqueur?

Felt the way it burns your lips
Seers at the back of your throat
Leaving a dull flame pulsing in your heart
Your breath comes out as embers

You see
What I'm getting at is
You are my liqueur
And I'm an alcoholic.
"Castilleja" is a flower, bright red and outstandingly beautiful, its common name is "Indian Paintbrush"
My hair is coming back
Silver strands, snowy salutations
Falling just as gently
Grizzled graceful
Chaos and serenity simultaneous
Consistent contradiction.

Tale as old as time
Born bold in brine
I walked out of those waves
Wandered
High desert honey
Life is funny
Juniper and I, juxtaposed
Wildest of horses
Her winds are unruly aren’t they
Be careful, you might blow away
I’ll never leave Nevada, not really.

Heavy heart but light on my feet
Settled but not to stay
Sweet mountain stream
Not quite a dream
Copacetic Colorado
I prefer my castilleja with less contention
Arches itching
Clocks are ticking

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