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Natalie Diaz

There are wild flowers in my desert
which take up to twenty years to bloom.
The seeds sleep like geodes beneath hot feldspar sand
until a flash flood bolts the arroyo, lifting them
in its copper current, opens them with memory—
they remember what their god whispered
into their ribs: Wake up and ache for your life.

— Natalie Diaz, from “Post-Colonial Love Poem,” New Republic. February 19, 2016.

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