Old friend, it is odd to find you here. Underneath layer upon layer,….. upon year. Amidst accumulative strata of tears and fear. Old friend, it is odd to find you here.
Odd you would rise in this annular sky
While a darkened moon closed a solar eye.
To blaze in a corona of flaming sphere
Old friend, it is odd to find you here.
But indeed there you stand - midst canyon and air
In a clandestine appointment made sometime, somewhere
Above the Colorado River, earthen colors touch sky
Old friend, odd it is you, that appears in my eye.
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