10.11.09

50 Words or Less (Desert Initiation)

Junipers underscore morning twilight.  Alone I watch the changing sky (layers of black clay, sandstone, slate).  I begin to stretch, but stop - startled by the absence of sound.  I almost feel it is too much to bear when the owl speaks - reassuring my displaced eardrums. 

I have friends here.

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