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We've Never Had Water Here Anyway

As originally published with Clay Literary's Raven: https://www.clayliterary.com/post/design-a-stunning-blog

 

‘Neath the blistering heat, California poppies cast

themselves to the hillside sun as wayward children

 

start to lose their breath, as you now fight for yours,

running to chase the summer blues away.

 

The young and old all begin to fail; heatwaves

take the lun...

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Dancing in the yard

It was a long summer afternoon
a crackling fire lit the yard
the southern sun was setting
while I strummed my old guitar

It was her way of moving to the music
she captured the glowing cinders in her eyes
she danced with the slightest sway in her hips
and her heavenly body torched my skies

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