Unfinished


Once I was as soulless
as the badlands
as struck as the mesa

Once
as bare
laid open
watched over
as the Canyon
faded as the voice of the gods
as further and further
and ochre as the desert
broken-boned as road kill

Once I was as distant
as the coyote
precarious as place and time

as late as the afternoon wind
unfinished and reconstructed
as the trail
as the work of millennia

By Mary D’Alleva


Photo by maridav

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