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I have edited the post below, I like it better now. I have to remember to reread these drafts every once in a while so that I remember that they are drafts and eventually edit accordingly.


Upon Return from Burning Man

Playa dust still clings
tho' washed from my hair
and being washed from my luggage

I come home to find
my friends in mourning
but creating a pretty celebration

I want to take my dead friend's face
and kiss it softly
and wish she could feel

and hold her husband's hand
whisper playa into his heart
tell him he will heal

I want to gather my friends around
and show them this great love
remind them as I remember

The dusty hard soft spirit
of the alkali flat lives on
in the crevices of my heart

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