Juan Olivarez Poems

A poet's words,
Are a vaccine,
For all the world's ills.
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I've been in the desert for so long now,
I've missed my home and my only friend.
And now I sit here, asking myself how,
My heart can break, as my days here end.
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Oh summer, dear summer, my long lost friend,
I am so very glad, to see you again.
Your brother Winter was very unkind,
So much so dear Summer, that I near lost my mind.
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He stretched his wings, then drank his fill.
From the earthen saucer on the stand.
I looked at him, with a joyous thrill,
He was just four feet, from my right hand.
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A blue bottle landed on my nose,
While a poem I attempted to compose.
It wiggled it's legs and cleaned it's wings,
And did so many other things.
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Every morning I wake I see you through my window,
Hot, unforgiving, mysterious, and so beautiful.
As I lie here in my bed, I hear your call in my head.
The call to the washes, and the canyons, and the creosote bushes,
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Don't bring me flowers when I am dead,
Come see me today, while I'm sick in bed.
Don't cry for me, when I'm no longer here,
Come smile with me, no need for tears.
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Happiness to me, is sleep without dreams,
It's to lie lost to all and to the world
It's my internal alarm ringing on time
It's awakening refreshed and strong
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I see faces
In the clouds.
I hear voices
In the wind.
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A bottle of wine, and a moonlit night,
A little side table, on the sidewalks side,
Soft gentle music, filters through the air,
The breeze blowing gently, through your auburn hair.
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