blue harmonica dreams
stream across grey burlap eyes,
soothe with nuance softness
ears pointed toward distant sky
fields of grace aplenty
washed clean, noontime weep
the furrows gush a murky blood
into willing earth tears seep
the day of welcome wanes, dust beckons
the lights dim, sun rises on
another's land melting cloudy
on oklahoma's rim
(age 18, 1985)
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