broken sky/broken earth

if you had my eyes you could see it. driving steadily through san luis valley. he sings
piano man, and the passenger thinks about billy joel. the light tan landscape melts by- a
huge abstraction.

the passenger doesn’t like or dislike billy joel, but he thinks he might cry, and is unsure
of the cause. the sky is not as blue as he remembered it as a child. he thinks that that is
definitely not related to his emotions.

a fire is glowing red, it’s embers long blasted into certain twilight, the passenger watches
a slim gray shape dance across this smoldering pit. he thinks it looks like a salamander or
is that a sylph? he is unsure- but he feels the wind bite his back as it sails back down
valley.

deadfall clogs the space between new growth trees. two men ascend a mountain- twisting
their way up.

one day the clouds converged- they blew in from all directions. some glided down the
valley, others rolled down the gray-green ridges, others laboriously marched up from the
river. the next morning mist lay fallow in the crags. nothing to mark the day before but a
soaking dew.

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