I carried
Tennyson’s words
in my pocket those days
for warmth like a flask,
the uncertain air
of a desert fall
gilding the sky,
my path a ribbon of earth
beneath crags
where eagles still fall
like thunderbolts

© Jonathan Bohrn (2008) ("Lands")

She is good for me –
the Southwest wind,
the scent of warm earth
and marigold
when I face her

Panorama of the view south from the popular Keys View in the Little San Bernardino Mountains, 
Joshua Tree National Park, California. 



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