notMetaphor Poetry lonely home

lonely home



under swelling moon

varnished edifices

cut silvered pathways

through creosote scrub

shadows exhale wind

breath stone and sage

trail memory

 

the moment is always behind you here

juxtaposed: thought against being

wind against stone

 

scales of permanence unfold

sublimate

 

bajadas offer up mountains

along the arroyos, ocotillo

are yet to bloom

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