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A Poem for Lee

By Denise-Christine
09.03.02

Morning.
A blood-red ball
on the chill, jagged edge of the earth.
I squeeze my bladder
like an orange
into the playa dust
and recall a dream
of beauty and grace
in a neon-lit, throbbing
desert evening
that turned into night
but never turned into...
Morning.

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