February
a big silent western sky
every night a dome hung
lights over monument valley,
violent blue, to the brim
old faithful american love
stories carved with a stalk
yellow dog and a bolt
of lightning, alone.
taste the wind from
the crack in the rockies,
tell me we aren't
just dying in our homes
built in stacks
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Startling images, starting large and reducing to that final agonizing plea. Truth in this.
"violent blue"
What a dramatic colour!
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Beautiful!
The images in this piece are near liquid in their beauty - know what I mean? *
serious comment:
nature 1: humans 0
cynical comment:
final score: nature 1: humans 0
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sensible comment: well done