Arid

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There’ll be none arid air I’ll let affect me

No multitasked error

I’ll allow to occlude the big sky destination I am

No other option exceeds the sugar sweet horizon brushing softly ‘gainst these shoulders

Sing what song of loyalty you will, for I watch your walk

These ears know perfect pitch

These feet know fertile ground

Crocus, then

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If we grant winter steal our bare shoulders
Shutter our hearts, deny our eyes open windows
Who then, of what mettle, would we be?

If not sun-filled and and mocking the chill
I should prefer my soul exiled
Some dark side of a most unearthly moon

Kālakā

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Well those days I swore at you were something
The one person who acknowledged my sorrow

A world-full, I had, and could no longer contain
Here atop my shoulders

So you came and took it upon yours
Shared the burden, my ride or die
Put me back in gear and on the road

If you stumble now and then
Send up a flare, a signal to me

I’ll see the smoke and I’ll know
To link arms with you, friend
To help make life okay again

May it be, my brother
May it be

Mormon Row

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With grateful paintbrush in hand, I am leaving space for you

A beautiful a background, careful, I capture the sun

Find now open an area broad enough and close enough to the sky

That your shoulders might fit and comfortably give rest to what is

I know not the shape of you, tho’ your colors, you’ve made clear

Bright-dark weathered patina that complements my tempest greens

Vivid chards of amber to offset my mountainous blues

Your easy frame an open window, a willing respite

Fighting your way, straight to the foreground of me, for me

Withstanding, will they find us, the very wildest of climes

Rooftops

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What is there to say to the silhouette
Eyes and heart now stolen

Haunt me more
Keep me again from sleep

Let the light take its leave from your shoulders
No it cannot be

I drown in words
Though speech has escaped me

The blanks

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To live in the dark shadows
At the soft end of the long, hard day

To lay in the calm 
Of the exposed, rocky underside

To linger forever
Tho’ the shoulders beg for home sweet home

To learn, though blinded
To be found in the lost of it all