Take this blue ember with you
There is a time coming
when this little painting will be all that i love
when Everything else is lowered,
I walk waist level with the tops of the grain
drag my hands over the apexes of birds highest ascents
hold my hand shoulder level to block out the little sun balls glare
hold the watercolor high for vision
and let the pigment pour over me
Vanagons, Octagons, and Grand Canyon echo
Atlas maps, back door traps, White cloth perseco
Yeah my friends take me there.
my friends take me where
my heart feels warm
honeybees swarm
and ants come to candy
wet feet stick sandy
and the ice pulls the hand that cradles the drink
that cools your core.
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