The deep earth doesn’t rhyme
with the saguaro. Memories sink down
until they are forgotten
and only
the coyotes find their way
to sanctuary on
the hottest days when the sky
shines
into an evening
which is a one and only
in the now in which
the mountain is an eyelid
closing over time.
David Chorlton
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