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cascading rains
have washed away the
rutted road
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lightning tore distorted
the night before sky
by morning it had bled blue
the desert air seems the newer for it
ever blue with sky
more sky 

clouds slowly pushed north
by a lone dove may
or may not
return
then a lone
swallow
without
clouds

on the avenida
a spanish man shares his name
for the first time
we agree on names
shake hands
strongly

on camino real
the blossoms trumpet
call at the day
full roses madly color eyes
and the slightest shadow
falls from my cheek
a shadow
no more
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jppestana
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7.12.18