Poem with the first and second lines same as Brautigan

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Contributor: Kris Johnson

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I want your hair to cover me with maps of new places,

So everywhere I go will be as beautiful as your hair.

And I find myself letting the sun, the light flow over your face.

It makes both of our eyes wake up, open up.

The blue is from where?

And the green comes from where, too?

Light cream-colored, is it all the time?

Finding space.

Joining us both, together.

Find squiggly lines, our veins.

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At age 64 I am rediscovering my love of writing and poetry.


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