My Wave
Sol Luckman My wave is so high I couldn’t paint The top of it And only scratched The bottom of
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Desert Cities
Sol Luckman Throughout the great Southwest You will find desert cities Lost in the sands of time Where no people
Soft Pueblo
Sol Luckman Having lived my life In hard pueblos Or in no pueblo at all I long for a soft
Ode to Ghost Ranch
Sol Luckman Terra cotta hills Pinstriped with alabaster Under turquoise skies So much mineral beauty Upwells in this timeless place
Gripping down, Beginning to Awaken
Sol Luckman As an undergraduate studying literature back in the 1980s, I became fascinated by the poetry of William Carlos
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