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Pink Skies

Tomorrow I will dance before
my grandmother's house
with my arms flailing in a
haste, a moan and many stomps
I will stir dry Mississippi dust over
red ant hills beneath
our giantess of an oak

Like a rain dance I will do
the steps of the pink sky
Passionate movements full of longing
and nostalgia will lure them
back above my head
the same way they were
above the ditch that Sunday

Like a siren I'll be calling
our sunset heavens back
to this place
And I will live in that glowing world,
in the brilliance of a beginning
to an end

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