Reverse freeze.

There are no trees in this country,
only bushes
as far as the
can see.

And I can see us.
With my eye.

Our car, with
our smiling happy faces
shining out its windows,
on a distant road,
destined for a different place,
a different time,
a different fate.

Please tell me so I’ll know.

A mountain zoo
where the woman was waiting for us to leave,
and the man with the woven shirt.
Man. Goat’s bells.
Importance of a comma.
Dark clay: semi-digested blood.
Red earth flames. Sun fire.
Sky burned.
Children’s eyes.


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