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Ice Age, Death Valley

by CindyUng

I miss the blue in the sea
I miss the garden home to me
I miss it, I miss it.
I miss it when the abyss was clear
I miss it when your voice was near
I miss it, I miss it.
 
You cannot explain
How suddenly your sweet potatoes
Froze into a glacier.
I came to smell the delusion
Of independent farming.
 
You moved on 
To growing iceberg lettuce
No one ever noticed me melting.
Do you see it?
Do you see it?
The peaks of my artichoke hearts
The stubs of my broccoli tree.
Do you see it?
The go to my man
The flower to my cauli
They were flooded below my sunlight.
This false heat is overwhelming.
I cannot tip the watering can any longer.
I cannot see them.
 
I miss the sheen on the leaves
I miss the igloos scarce to thee
I miss it, I miss it.
I miss it when the sugar was sweet
I miss it when your heart could beat
I miss it, I miss it.
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Find me where the heart beats faster and the mind runs clearly. If you turn around, you might catch a glimpse of moonlight: Hold it close and you may hear the whispers of my aches and dreams. Speak softly now, you might scare the strength out of me. You'll never know where my thoughts will go next, just let me be the one driving this journey. Someday I'll return to the stars and sleep in the void, a place where I hope to find colors I've never seen before. And when I master the art of painting into the galaxies of pain and recovery, I will discover the truth in me. I will be free, I will be free. Let the constellations tattoo the spaces of my body. ***If you ever want me to check out your poetry, feel free to let me know!***

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