Spring lingers into May, empty
blue clouds in a pink sea at dawn—
an ancient armada claiming sky,

this canyon that yesterday’s Navy jets
left thundering, practicing, maneuvering
for war. Here along the shrinking creek

Egrets and Killdeer wade, we measure
global tension, hear its roar, primitive
and deafening with no retreat.


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