QED

poesy

Star Valley

Below,
the imprint of lizard tracks walk around a handbag
left-by-a-chain-link-fence-bordering-a river bed dry:

my mind
remembering past sentences;

good food of the city—-

receipts collected and papers signed.

Soon an invasion rains down drowining what left
taking all my possessions: but I am still here.

Some however are forced blank,

a heated battle to water the mind again and again,

until laughter sounds sideways every which way.

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