Liilia Talts Morrison Poems

Bob McCrae lived at the Matanzas
He gave me flax seeds that didn't grow
He's long since gone back to Kansas
Where summer flax and skies are blue.
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There was a time when passion ruled our love
Hot kisses in the back seat of your car
We sat beneath the budding Linden trees
Drinking fresh beer in sparkling kegs of youth
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Verandas dripping lilacs
Pale yellow apples
Burst with tangy liquids
Bowing from dark green branches
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Who put the silver on its wings
In whimsied spots like metal dust
surrounding velvet and brown rust
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I'm trapped in this musty room
All by myself, my mind, my heart
And my stomach.
A dusty window reveals
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Careening down the avenue
We were a motley crew
spilling from an open jeep
Laughter was long overdue.
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Fields sparking white
Spread to the edge of the earth
A team of oxen slowly moves
At the ancient pace
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Diggers found a mask of gold
In the earth. A king so bold
Had worn it.
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They all talk about the Redland.
The locals warn you it's 'Redland, ' not 'Redlands.'
Rich terra cotta soil bursts forth into
giant blood red bougainvilleas
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The year is young, my life springs new
a chance to start again
blot out those fields of green and blue
the toil of farming men
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