Out here in the desert
my words evaporate
and rise into high, thin cirrus,
and parallel bands of stratus.
Miles of space
between me and the
Santa Catalina Mountains.
and evokes daydreams,
as I spot places in the foothills
that I want to climb.
The visibility
so close to infinity.
Already these words
are vanishing.
©2023 Richard Havenga
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