ODES TO THE SUN
II.
How we need the sun and earth and wind
Absence makes us sick.
Sitting in our shoddy boxes
we think castles
we imagine we forget
But our spirits don't forget.
Dry tears running
waiting for us to go outside
waiting for us to come home
Shadow of the trees dancing in the wind projected by the sunlight through glass panes
I.
Tu me haces falta.
Cuando me quedo en la oscuridad,
la caja falsa, minúscula, el calor falso.
Tu me haces falta cuando no puedo ver tu cara.
Tu sonrisa sola bendice el mundo.
Tu me haces falta,
tus rayos: la luz original.
Tu me haces falta,
y cada dia me olvido
hasta que veo el camino iluminado por tu esplendor.
Morning sun on the water
WATER DESIGNS
- sketches of the patterns of the creek
COLOR OF THE EARTH
Fresh from bathing
when I dusted my face with gopher dirt
It dried the same color.
You can call me many names
But I am the color of the earth.
WATER DESIGNS
- sketches of the patterns of the creek
COLOR OF THE EARTH
Fresh from bathing
when I dusted my face with gopher dirt
It dried the same color.
You can call me many names
But I am the color of the earth.
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