“The short sweet truth of it”
I went on walk about
Travelin' form sea
To shining sea
Quiet literally
Blue seas at odd angles
To brown seas at right angles
From dry airs
To soup for my oxygen
Sweat didn't cool
It dripped in rivers
Down my face and back
And I longed for home
My beloveds
Colorado
Home
You
And me belong together.
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