1130 Miles
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Sense
I climb up onto the short wall to stare into the dry
riverbed/arroyo that I sense is there below.
Girl longing
to find the secrets, to stalk the soft silence of nobody else.
And there the markings on a rock that mean nothing
and everything
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