leaving a gentle glow
pine needles framed like old bookplates
reporters happy that tomorrow
will be hot the day after hotter
and so on
each Winter shorter
each Spring so warm
Summer has a competitor
the Mesa bakes
the sky run a trail of rocks and dirt
the Pine Bark Beetles defeat the trees
I hope for rain to wash the dust from my cheeks
and the gray sorrow from my hair
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