A mirage of Mojave desert, and sweet cactus breath
remembering thoughts folded into time like churned butter
moved and then browned by the sun, a lucid moment memorialized
a constant reminder of the delightful ability of the human heart to recall what the mind forgets
never forgetting that, palm to wrist I dip fingertips in risky waters
dovetailing with wines of mixed seasons that colors the sky
always laughing at the inevitable
if
only because it is
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