Juan Olivarez Poems

Happiness is being home again,
Happiness is walking in the rain.
Happiness is waking with no pain.
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After all is said and done,
What are we?
Are we gold or silver,
Or a sparkling diamond in the rough?
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I hear your voice,
Anytime,
Of the day or night.
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I had a dream, that I could fly,
On gossamer wings, in the clear blue skies.
Floating above the Earth below,
Going where the air currents chose to go.
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A dream just died,
Wasted away.
A long time it cried,
It hoped to stay.
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I saw God today, on a mountain high,
As the wind blew through my hair.
I saw God today in the clear blue sky,
I felt small and humble there.
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I'd rather be fishing, Than talking to you,
At least when I'm fishing, I know what to do.
I'd rather hold a blue gill in my hand,
Than get hit on the head, with a frying pan.
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It was a million years ago,
We walked on the beach at Padre.
Scattering the sand crabs as we went,
And dodging the blue jellyfish,
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A vast endless sea of sand beyond
The blue grey hills, bathed in the sun
Creosote bushes dot the line
Of a bleak horizon, where heat waves shine
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At first I couldn't get enough,
Now I just can't make it stop.
No rain in the desert that was rough,
Around here there's no dry spot.
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