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In sun I have darkened
to a chocolate skin tone.
But red my blood,
and white my bones.
That just like yours will calcify
exposed to earth and sky.
So that in time, we are as dust
in burnt sienna, ochres and rust,
paint the mesas with such skill,
Grand Canyon and Black Hills.
Return to that from whence we came
reminded we are all the same.
Here for a fleeting moment.
Not this divisiveness we foment.
This life a gift we cannot grant,
to so much as a single ant.
M. Zane McClellan
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Inspired by Wordy Pages’ 30 Words in 30 Days challenge: Ochre