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Potatoes photo by Agustin Berrocal 

this fire
a cradle
under a waning moon

for rockets 
pulled from the earth
and kissed Midas gold

by smitten Gods,
peasants and spangled stars
this fire

ritual fuel for
launching
cowboy sunrise revolutions

Rene ~ July 2013

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