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these stick figures painted on rock move as the light moves hold a listening pose ~ wedded to each white moment where lizards sun stretched upon pale boulders upon images drawn by a child, aborigine in the land and its parent heads together Joshua trees at a family meeting ~ the convention of bristled immobility of shaggy silences overleaning kangaroo rat's back entrance and pebbled well of the trap-door spider whispered rustling separate lives grow on...roll by desert people do not interfere where aloneness winds upon itself, exposing long sequential moments of its thin muscular diamond body
scorpion the poem is a scorpion at home in its habitat segmented and transparent so campers can tell one end from the other and act accordingly it won't seem aggressive you won't know it's there till, trapped in your sleeping bag a zippered jail you feel it crawling up beside you it's a predator, adapted to survive ~ first you feel the grip of pincers taking hold then the body-flung-forward sting of the tail
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