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Ash and Spring

Ashen white clouds, pale as these grey bones

strewn across this desert floor and lit

by the glint of a million sparkling stones

these diamond pixels shine amid giant saguaro people

moving slow and trailing the sun, they fade with flowers

that come to close and hide away beneath the moon

underground, with deep rooted tubers

they move, pushing away cold stones

pushing through darkness

star gazing they dream

of Spring, dream of

the coming sun.

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