looking up

sunny wind whistles through fingers
reaching up and outward into the sky
speeding down remote winding roads
where the scent of sage and mesquite
fill the air with richness while leaning
into the seats waiting for the arrival
of water, geese and the fullness of grass
under your back, weaving your toes
while up through the shades of green
sun shines smiles down upon you knowingly.

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