We unyoke two Coopers Hawks
in the Sandia Foot Hills.
Downed doves bend flower stems
on the disassembling.
Undressed cactus skeletons
catacomb small beetles.
A burst of dandelion puffs.
A sudden gust starbursts the sky.
We are beautiful here
so far from the sting of buzzwords.
A rock blossoms with a thrasher bloom.
A tweedle-leet alerts the faithful to our presence.
This tumbleweed church. This rabbitbrush hall.
Unpolished fossil vuggs in the rising walls.
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