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Chihuahuan Desert (ode)

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Oh high desert plateau
Sotol spires
paint the streaked sky
The world is soft
to the eyes
Sage, sky, and dust
But sharp, rough
to the touch
Beings admire each other
from a distance
There is space
between everything
So much space
that it invites the wind
who desperately tries
to fill it
But then tires
and rests
Lets the sun wash everything
for the day
Lets the birds land
for a moment of gathering

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Written in the southern New Mexico desert

sotol in a field at the foot of the Organ Mountains
 

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