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Santa Ana
Blow those dry desert bones
down suburban streets
blast hair into crackling halos
sand the wet off our lips
Whitman on the wind
Sing our bodies electric.
Last edited by Christine98, Nov/22/2010, 10:47 am
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Jan/12/2009, 2:20 pm
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Re: Santa Ana
Hey Chris,
I remember reading this poem when you first posted it and liking the way the N welcomed the wind, returned fierceness with fierceness. The reference to Whitman at the end was a surprise.
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Feb/10/2009, 3:33 pm
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