sunlight aurora
a wild, old coyote sings
out of sand castles
near high afternoon
a flat, perfect rock unmoved
betrayed by the snake
nighttime eventide
the hungry, yellow owl flies
after the rabbit
shivering nighttime
dark, a wild scorpion hunts
among the pebbles
abandoned, ancient
dead man’s body sleeps
in his pandemic
an eternal void
shrill winds that whisper and sing
the voice of God
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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