Juan Olivarez Poems

Dreamily gazing towards the west I sit,
Watching the last remnants of defused light,
Slowly dematerialize, far off on the horizon.
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The mountains covered in snow, are the focal point.
A sea of yellowish green creosote mark the land,
With scattered stands of cholla, in different shapes and sizes.
The land appears hilly and the rises and falls,
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I love the twilight,
When the sun departs.
And the full moon rising,
Gladdening all hearts.
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The tears of a cloud,
Fell on my face.
Leaving very little doubt,
That she felt out of place.
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The well is deep and dark and cool,
And the coolest drinks are deeper still.
Drop the bucket deep in the pool,
Then bring it up and drink your fill.
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There is a scale in my bathroom,
That lies to me.
That needle just zooms,
To where it should'nt be.
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If you do not listen,
You will not hear.
If you are foolish,
You won't feel fear.
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I saw an old woman,
In the park.
She was sitting on a bench,
Under a huge tree,
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Kicking a can, down the old dirt road,
Where tandem trucks, carried their loads.
Down to the stream to soak my feet,
Sure feels good in this beastly heat.
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Oh youth
thou fadest fast,
Thine gift is fleeting,
It does not last.
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