face


the widow peers from the edge,

wondering how steep the fall

into land of rolling hills, age of concern.

twin arches over twin

orbits of twin moons.

what sheer strength carved

two white moons, two black holes?

journey down: mountain, twin bat's

caves-absorb all light, absence

of light. every color, creating none.

journey down: canyon caught

in mountain shadow.

climb hills of something red.

tender, mine.

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