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| beyond the greensticks and the mesquite's sweet flowers: hidden waterfalls |
| rippling across sand under greenstick and mesquite windblown cacti seeds |
| in still dark shadows beside silent, twisting trail: a coiled rattlesnake |
| I call her name loud along the steep rocky path the cliffs also call |
| wind blowing at night across the dark sands small pebbles shifting |
| on hot desert sands near the greensticks and mesquite a smooth red pebble |
| the eagle's sharp call reaching across the steep canyon its mate echoes back |
| the sun slants earthward through a dry Joshua tree, dusty spiderwebs |
