Bright west difference.
Night sky without constellations.
Forever unhinged.
Vertigo.
The sky is falling!
The sky is falling!
Terrafirma embrace.
Nearby horses.
Fewer names I am known by.
Limbs stirring July.
Pushups.
Tens of them.
Ones really.
Single digit planet.
Eyes transfixed.
Adobe brick church transept.
Pebbles in my shoes.
Journey slowed.
Muddy white laces.
Unbowed tied.
Dew wet.
The sky opens up.
An immense rain.
Not Noah big.
Arroyo wash out.
Three homeless
now embraced by
Poseidon? Yahweh?
Vishnu? Mohamed?
Rio Grande sandbar.
Flow rates
remain twenty percent of normal.
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