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Soggy Boots in the Desert
Camp in the sandy wash bed. / Dip our toes in cool streams. / Chris mentions the monsoons. / / Not a gamble in this heat. Maybe next month....
Walk to Work
Here is a place / where everything used to matter / And so, everything matters. / A casual blizzard blankets distant echoes / -the laying of…
5pm in San Manuel. Imaginary waves // Rise off the caramelized Sonoran, / Crash at the baby-blue feet of the Catalinas. / I haven’t earned my…
You Hear The Familiar Ching
Under the concrete overpass. The train / Is ready to pull away from the platform. / This is when lowering your weight on the ball / Of your right…
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