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| "Dusk Danger" (c) Robert Hill. |
It's getting dark
way off towards
Albuquerque
clouds pile up
through the vault
of heaven
Thunderbird rides
high reaches
with feathers cracking
winds begin
to howl
Dragging moisture
in his talons
lightning strikes ridge
high plateau
Yucca
Cholla
both quiver
with the sound of
his voice
Curtains of water
cloak mesa
arroyo alike
With flanks steaming
mustangs hang their heads
Pebbles in the road bed
shine like quicksilver
Heat fades away
to the scent of
wet sage
-Fin-
DS Baker
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