It could be an old photograph
beneath a younger oak tree
standing in wild oats—almost
anytime before I was born.
The sound of change
travels uphill, follows the slope
from the bottom of canyons
like an amplified alarm.
Here’s where natives rest
when the flesh gives in
to peace with the world—
you can only feel them near.
drycrikjournal 
a dog rescue. We are ableI always enjoy reading your words. Buster’s new digs hit my heart since I spend a good bit of my time volunteering at CVRR, a dog rescue.( Spend some time bathing pups & removing ticks!)’ Such a bleak vision of some humans. Against my Christian beliefs, the more dogs I care for the less I care for people.
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