To drive through the desert I love
To arrive at the open sea
It’s so archetypal it makes me
Shiver despite
The rampant heat
Alone I go into the wilderness
Of smoke trees and sage
Flowering after the storm
Into the land where the Anasazi
Disappeared not so mysteriously
When the dirt ran out
Some headed toward the sea like me
Death nipping at our heels
Knowing it would save us
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