RECOVERING THE DISTANCE

August 11, 2014  •  1 Comment

SUPER-MOONSUPER-MOON

 

RECOVERING THE DISTANCE

 

My cheeks blushed with red canyon rims at first light;

My lips painted with the blatant slake of cactus flower;

My toenails brushed with river mud, trail dust, sand burrs;

My hidden valleys and folds perfumed with salt cedar and sagebrush after an August rain;

My skin pancaked with the dark thirst beneath the curling mud of a dry wash;

My eyes lined with the perimeter of the moon set against the rising sun.

What naked distance must I cover to join the revolution?


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1.Gary Rosin(non-registered)
I like the combination of words and photo. I call them "Parallax Views."
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