Desert Notes

With each step the rocks are new

Pink sunset, blue distance, pale but not brittle

Against all my judgement I have the feeling that the rocks are alive

We all move in the sun

Naked, curled trees; one smooth branch of juniper in a slot canyon

Raven on the sandstone gluck-gluck-click

I am not alone here

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