Ezra Cortez

Rookie (October 17,1990)

The Golden Touch - Poem by Ezra Cortez

Bird flights through night highs in
Spotted white black classic scenes, it's not no wonder
Ripples rip round places ‘bove our heads makin
Roarin' rumbles that cock our necks to face the wind with
Beating eyes and chilly lips drying tongues and clenching fists to the
Flash of flashy lights and things
Like that…it's fire burning, built by cats- big glowing cats that Scream in golden dark for love and games of touch but whisper tones Then afterward by
Hundred moons' arms rising hot- the ornamented crowns of seductive Beings of
Utmost admiration spitting, crying down below to flood some motion to The nation by the ocean so
The turning heads can see the
Bird flights through night highs at
Night time…
It's worth it

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 27, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 28, 2012

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