Winslow AZ

ochre red earth painting the underbellies of clouds pink
reaches of cottonwood
sighing in the whispering wind
the gentle thunder of a kitten herd punctuating dreams
Jesse Woods crooning
lush stands of lilac
smelling of the soft springs of my childhood
tiny bubbles of fear floating up from the calm deep
I have never become accustomed to being looked at
with such thirst

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