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Saguaro people

Cool cloud shrouded air, here where I find myself

surrounded by giants, legends, these mountains

I am miniscule as one grain of sand

the people here are giant, green saguaros

holey, with birds that live within

they are fit with wild reaching arms

guardians of the desert land

anchored, deeply grounded

in this whirling vortex

unhurriedly they grow

blooming yellow flowered

with petals that pale and fall

they are true friends

that I have come

to know

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