this valley
is a cage.
majesty sought
from other
places and states
of mind on bright
cool
mornings
we still admire
the sky
the towering
cliffs
the endless
expanses
rolling out
of sight
we are insignificant.
when the
smoke
filters in
the dry red
sun
dog days of august
her burnt clouds
hanging low
touching our
heads
her belly pressing
us
to the
ground
we think of
the ocean.
© 8.14.12 heather brager
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