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TUCSON
by Terry OlynikI taste
The desert
On
My tongue.
Sonoran sweetness.
I feel
The heat
Across
My eyelids.
Sonoran fire.
Let me
Dance
In your
Cottonwood canyons.
Let me
Genuflect
In your
Saguaro cathedrals.
On terra
Navaho.
In sunset
Barrio.
On terra
Apache.
In arroyos
Refreshed.
At Sabino
And
San Xavier,
Under
Raptor's gaze.
Star mantled
Pueblo,
Dusty
Serpent's lair,
Let me
Water
Your
Thirsty heart.
Let me
Soothe
Your
Sunburned soul. 10/15/2005
Author's Note: Arizona, you are the magic land. Tucson, you are her soul.
Posted on 10/16/2005
Copyright © 2025 Terry Olynik
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/17/05 at 03:08 PM ...terry, like yo' tribute de arizona, but myman, myman what i s'posed to do...i got this texas thingeee that has some of the things you list...hahaha, lovely tribute to some peeps who lived here before europeans arrived, eh?...lovely, and historical...good write! peace, chaz |
| Posted by Uriel Tovar on 10/19/05 at 06:22 AM for the longest time it hoguht it was pronounced tuckson |
| Posted by JJ Johnson on 10/19/05 at 06:59 AM As I am considering moving to Arizon, it is refreshing to read this. And as the weather here has suddenly dropped 30 degrees from just a month ago, I especially enjoyed the warming feeling this poem brought to me. JJ |
| Posted by Brian Francis on 11/30/07 at 03:24 PM Nice poem. Being a Tucsonan I also believe Tucson is the place of places. A transplant from Lancaster, Pa. I could not think of a place more beautiful and comfortable. Nice work! --bf |
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