He hikes the dry
Dusty trail
The unrelenting sun
Stares down at him
Dusty trail
The unrelenting sun
Stares down at him
He follows the path
Into the gorge
Down to the river
All is green
Into the gorge
Down to the river
All is green
Ten degrees cooler
In the misty shade
In the distance are
Remembered smoke signals
Remembered smoke signals
Hanging in the purple sky
From years past
Full of mysteries
Never spoken
The coyote howls
In the early evening
Speaks in tongues
Unknown to man
Terror rolls through him
He hides
He hides
The natural world reaches for him
He doesn't know the meanings
He thinks
He is alone in the desert
August 19, 2018
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