Ginger root

Paw prints across
the fieldhouse
of her mind, made it
to New Mexico

in four days. Get away
in the night,
under the flickering
specks there’s

comfort in the velvety
unknown.
Silos line the plains
where we fight

for sky high
specters, watch
for the moment
where we wake

up in a different
color, brighter shine
without spoken word
or lost remedy

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