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Friday, October 21, 2011

Barbed Wire Song

Hold on Tight
Tender fingers of maple syrup drip.
The sky is Piute song of aspen leaves.
Grab them in your memories.
Hold on tight.
The voices of our ancient children
bound in earth by barbed wire.
Hold on tight.
Chicory for coffee can't comfort
when the shroud of morning
after months of dry rain rings.
Close your eyes and make a picture.
Hold with all your might.

Caroline Gerardo Copyright © 2011




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