I followed a
truck
down
a long gravel road
(of course, it kicked up dust
from the road
a frustration, as I couldn’t keep
the windows down
(I tried, but the dust-coughing
was too much))
they set up
camp over there
the
rv, the atv, the generator
I can hear
them
but can’t see what they’re up to
maybe they
hear me
only
when I laugh out loud
at what I’m reading
(a
book about death, pain, & sorrow)
but I doubt it
without
knowing it, I came here
for isolation
the phone’s
turned off,
but on wouldn’t make a difference
since the connection doesn’t reach
this valley
no
connection leaves room for connection
to breath
to aroma
to noises
that don’t penetrate the city
to the waning light
or the encroaching dark
to the desert cold
that’s
about to chase me into
the tent that I’ve set up where
morning’s sun will wake me
early
in time to
get back out
down that long gravel road
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