Setting

Distant blue seems close.
Top cover.

Farther than
the descending sun.

This mesa solitude.
This waining.

My love brings them closer.
My love dances.

No steps codified.
Silly human.

Emulates the curl of smoke.
Emulates the miles.

Hears the orchestra—
adagio in thrasher alerts.

Cadence comes and goes.
Cholla stuck.

A single needle removed.
Released from its former self.

copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney

postscript

Merry Christmas to all the celebrators of the holiday. Merry Saturday to everyone else.

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