Night in the desert
blooms silent. moon shadowsSkip to next paragraph
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cacti. Hush as coyote waits
for hare. The Milky Way, a spill
of gauze across a lucid sky.
Nothing human lives here.
They sweep by in steel-encased
air-conditioned ease. Radios blare.
Stars fall in their wake.
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