Photography by: gcampbell
if not for the dull
mists looming over
the valley’s edges
where cactus wren
calls past the saguaro
bursting with seed
that splash of red
might be lost amongst
sage green, brown
stone crying coyotes
yet it was your blue
looking upward
through the gray
that spotted her blush.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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