Bone-white prayer flags blowing in the moonlit morning courtyard
Dawn paling the tops of the cliffs glimpsed through higher windows
Young women speeding to work in unremarkable cars
Golf carts slowly circling tattered palms and big cottonwoods
California condor circling over the Watchman
Flushed red with a late winter sunset fading into grey
Mare's tails near Shivwits Paiute Indian Reservation
Chasing each other over the formerly clear blue sky
A roadwork red light alone among burnt juniper trees
And one driver waiting forever between there and here
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