<dusk>
the heat of the day
cuts its dry, cracked
teeth into the cool
wind from desert sage
and mountain firs
<silence>
I watch you watching me
there behind the gate
where you park your RV
<emptiness>
is it suspicion bred
by moonless night?
resentment coiled
like a rattler
around lavic stone?
or is it just the end of years
creeping into joints
and jaw, setting them aflame
with terror and awe?
<commandment>
love your neighbor
as you love yourself
<ר֫וּחַ>
the body and spirit
sleep soon enough
the blood flows
too much where
it will never rain
</ר֫וּחַ>
</commandment>
</emptiness>
</silence>
</dusk>
</neighbor>
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