The Prayer
Father may I hate you
you flyingggg through the desert
like Luke looking for Obi Wan
there in your youth
dark brown sharecropper
on a distant planet
you swept mother off her feet
no doubt
the cornfields were fruit and lips
the sun dropped its warm skin
upon you
paradise so still you missed it
and fled into the desert
Father may I hate you
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