We ease into the dry gulch
settle on our bellies and elbows
only foreheads and eyes above,
looking into the darkness.

Our breath slows and deepens as our
eyes adjust to minute increments of light.
We brea the and wait.
A flurry of sounds above our heads.

Brea the and wait. a chirp. a swoosh to our left.
As dawn breaks, a seed-stalk bends, shivers, and straightens.
We brea the and watch.
A flock of birds forage as the morning star sets.

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