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I finger your vertebral nubs
admire the planes of
your lean, fast hips
covered by snug-fitting skin
and a desert coat, so short …
Fog on the creek
When a breeze whips up
tendrils disperse
My life too has thinned—
paths, choices yearned for
and turned from …
Hot, fierce, unrelenting
wind blows toward us
blackened Bible page
charred shopping list
tatters of lives flutter
nine miles from the fire
nine miles …
sort and dismantle
your thoughts, keep
the good, spread
out the hard—