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July 2012

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Hoppin'

Fever falls delicately onto the brain
the way snow powders the western face
of the Sandias turning subtle purple ridges
and prominences into a starkly exaggerated
bas-relief landscape, as intricate as the lace
of a dragonfly's wing. The air on my skin
is both hot and cold, and my fingers, sensitive
as tongues, echo with a faint tremble the waves
of goosebumps running along my arms.
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i always love to read your writing. This made me miss sunsets in the Sandias when I'd be coming down from the Jemez.
I love that you liken your fingers to tongues. So lovely. :)
you have a way with words that i always wished i had ~