Tom Squires Poems

The rains fall on the mission
And the rainfall in the hills
The people who live at the mission
Are a long long way from home
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Sometimes you see
In a sunset
All golden dreams
Passed down from memory
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Rigid in space
The world in perspective
A little right rudder
So you can see
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As they rolled through the desert
Arizona receded in the distance
The evening scent of desert breeze
They made their way east
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they had finally found the money
in blank cold secret stares
listless and fragrant from the turning
of the fresh new earth
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A river of thought
A port of knowledge
Passing through the endless way
The true direction of all journeys
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In the mist upon
A distant shore
Dividing lines
Are seen no more
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The pacing light of morning
Broke the rhythm
Of the cold colored
Dark and early
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Seven colored
And mixed shots
Of normal water painting
Distant shores
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Tonight it rains on roofs of tin
A song of sleep whispering the news
Of our spoken name from uncounted drops
Born in silence of some crippled lake
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