Summit
dragon flies
raccoon with young’ un at drinking fountain
Juniper Trail
breeze
no water campsite
drought ended spring
fly buzz louder than ears ringing
oak scent
Wind Rock Caves
graffiti
names gone by
dates passed up
parched couple
guy asks me
“Come to carve your name?”
May this poem, *J*, be carved on spirit rocks - more significant than scratching initials to try to persevere beyond our meat carcass temporarity. Maybe poem-making is like that, carving words on the wind, carried through alternating current, on air, and out again, "louder than ears ringing / oak scent"
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