Sunday, August 1
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sonoran desert light
Dear sunlight,
I am running at you –
Hands cupped,
Eyes squinting,
Bare skinned
and
shoeless.
I am taking you in,
Taking you on,
To fill me
during winter.
me digging the desert back in '06
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