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By chris Date: 2006 Jan 26 Comment on this Work [[2006.01.26.18.48.15549]] |
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"La luna es mi madre," you say to me in a dream of a dream, and I see why it seems I always knew you, knew your raza, in the deep time before time. And I say that I am from the sun (hito de) the same one (el sol) that has kissed us both with gold as we walked this once-cold earth, your smooth brown skin warmed - never burned, my eyes never quite adjusting... Still I learned like the south wind in April knows to bend not break the budding cottonwood bough. We will take all that is allowed, sharing together this vida as broad and curving as the edge of the llano that stretches to the place the sun empties itself into - filled with tomorrow. |