On the way home<\/p>\n
Shades of green blanket the horizon,<\/p>\n
I look<\/p>\n
in the distance,<\/p>\n
as my love Says,<\/p>\n
\u201cLooks like someone spray-painted the Mesa\u2019s white.\u201d<\/p>\n
The scattered, surviving snow cowers in splotches.<\/p>\n
And the crouching cedars stretch out<\/p>\n
with the rabbit-like bushes<\/p>\n
together they dance as the wind creeps through.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Everything is alive.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Our car jolts to the rise and fall<\/p>\n
Of the ancient drums<\/p>\n
And hums with the age-old songs.<\/p>\n
Songs that only the privileged are to hear.<\/p>\n
To the right,<\/p>\n
The Peaks stand tall with a white veil<\/p>\n
Waiting for our Father, the Sun<\/p>\n
To kiss her forehead.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Everything is alive.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
As people of the land race each other<\/p>\n
Like they\u2019re in the Indie 500,<\/p>\n
But only<\/p>\n
To escape the barren land they live on.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
But to me this land that we call \u201cHome\u201d<\/p>\n
Is alive.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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