A Mayfly’s Chance At Sunrise Cool breeze, swifts Rule the skies. Clear sun and Rainbows rise. Mayflies roll their dice and Hatch amongst the riffled runs. Tall walls Exaggerate The Owens’ Modest gait. Imply a force more powerful Than vision can relate. Tall gorge walls echo and amplify this little creek. If you close your […]
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Oh Sun. Oh dictator. Your harsh rule imposed upon Death Valley’s landscape in scorched-earth oppression, yet you can’t stifle the inspirative power of a cool Spring rain whispered to the dormant roots of the downtrodden. You can’t hold down the heat-beaten green from a fugitive show of defiance in the face of your hot, dry […]
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Blind now to form, This ode for function’s sake. When eyes cease to function, What form does beauty take?
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