Thursday, March 18, 2010


Powdery gold underfoot,
muffling my footsteps.
Rustling in the brush. Rabbit?
Rattlesnake? Cacti,
sagebrush. The whir of insect
wings, the wind, mountain
bike gears. Then silence. A hawk
banks, circles above.
Behind me, the hills give way
to the sky and sea.

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