Clouds swirled, danced
against red rocks
building into
a storm, set sail below.
I was out of breath
keeping pace with a lone doe
she would not stop.
I panted? Clouds swept
the sweat off my brow,
dripped into eddies,
sweat, dripped,
into eddies.
I laid down eyeing white
smelling the damp fetid air -
fluvial currants threatened
Boulder city below.
Clouds gained power
power gathered
into a Pow-Wow
Boulder Threatened
echoing tom-tom strikes,
wind swirled force-
fully ready to punish sins unrepentant
tom-tom
beating into my Odyssey.
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