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SUN ROSE

POEM

🎵: Truth Spoken Here by Dorothy Ashby

The format of my poems are important for me, so I put a screenshot first. ✌️

SUN ROSE

The drought is over, let us all flip, out
our clothes into the desert lake, and bob our butts in joy.
The gray man is crying in color again.
Chill shivers in beat with heat dancing a rushing swing.
Across the flowing tubes they circulate, because we are
alive, feel the flutes splash. The empty bowl has been
dusted and refilled. Misremembered the season, so I’ve
made it tropic spring. Cold snaps its sizzling fingers
and watches my new groove spread throughout
elegantly scarred terrain, cracking through the muddy
crust of a sun. With light and water, the flowers rose,
roses, orchids, marigolds, irises, lilies, now luff to
scented sea line. The controller belongs to the master of
this space, returned.
Shall we make this vibration infinite?