soda springs

 

 

 

paint rags 13 all around
tree twigs
are breaking —

gray sticks split
in copse
and furrow,
random twigs.

boulders
guide us
through this desert…
glide between them,
happy to obey.

once, lip to lip,
i talked beyond
believable —
lands of mound
and dune: red
desert sands.

so many white-splashed
wishes
cross these river boulders —
twigs and stickers
wedge between
the granite breaks,
accumulate
into each rock,
his
red-root [dik].

8.12.03

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