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cup of gold

i am
a million cups of gold
heart of bold
fill me up with morning sun,
brilliant.
though the west wind might move furiously
i won’t be,
uprooted.
i’ll dig my watercolour fingers deeper
into the copper clay earth.
below me
antelope valley,
in endless shades of gleam & green
is blooming.

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