Amy Michelle Mosier

I have nothing to offer
Except this small heart of mine.
You come with laughter.
I have a past much maligned.
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Marriage is strength -
Much more than just love;
Strength that's impactive
Because it
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Old age doesn't exist for all
Because many claim its presence;
I submit that living goes on
Through many-hued firmaments.
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Bless each palo verde bloom -
Those cuplets kissed by the sun
My vision wants to consume
That thus have raptured my love.
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Like a sparkling Roman candle
Parry's penstemon dots the canyon.
Oh what deep purple bells! -
That decorate the trail along
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Time, as I felt it, stopped
As the Sun gave up its power and waned
But for an interval. I was lost -
Called away from the mundane.
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Rather than talking to walls
I'd prefer a saguaro
For the wisdom they know.
Centuries - they come and go -
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What a curtain Bisbee has
That keeps Mexico subdued
And influences the lands
From which the Sierra was hewn.
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Among hills Apache red
Where damas and vaqueros
Built up a homestead
Past the mercados
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I'm envious of the clouds
That float happily in the sun -
Changing into colorful shrouds -
Lumping from many into one.
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Hiding in an empty room
To have a minute with myself -
I sat on a plush chair
And sank about as low as I felt.
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A dream is a butterfly
Fresh from the cocoon
That is realized and soon
Flutters up into the sky
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Memories are many, my heart is full
Of gladness for the love I've found in you
Love that always carries a sweet milieu.
You are quite a man, both strong and gentle.
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Happy eyes need not the sun
For they, like yours, have a light of their own
A cutting light the demons shun
That confesses to a kind, ageless soul.
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A swirl of amaretto
Revolves in my coffee
Like a galaxy -
Shimmering and slow.
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Behold the marvelous wildflowers!
How they boldly carpet a sloping glen -
Our gift from Earth's seasonal showers.
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Pink is the morning sun ablaze.
Gray is the balmy air.
Purple is the city's haze.
Brown is the wren's bleary stare.
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The treetop glimmers outside my window
As light, dancing upon the leaves -
Shimmers off each leaf in soft yellow.
From afar, my attention is retrieved
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Where have all the gentlemen gone?
Worldly thoughts have led them astray -
Desiring neither love nor brawn.
Where? Have all the gentlemen gone?
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