Stretch out and feel the air pop
From the rock; hot and wet. We

Shiver and the ground growls,
Sends a shimmer of a groan

Across the empty distance. The
Trees tremble in a green-brown

Fizz that is a nostalgia of what
We used to know. Over the

Plains we reach to feel the rage
Of another, and it’s beautiful.

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