Open Space Park

Gusted winds
likely,
outside
five seconds

of finding the right
one.
It doesn’t  feel
lonely

with mountains
to the west,
ghosts all
to the east, far

behind–Ash
ahead, and I can’t
settle–
count footprints

across the range,
swirling
through rivers,
meteorite paths…

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