(This was written for me by Rocky (aka Paper Face) and left on my photo comments for the picture of Re-loo and Myself laying in the leaves.)
When I was coming down
through the canyon,
fast as I could go
kicking through the soft-damaged
sage, when I was running
from the law
with tiny tree bites
on my face, the sun
just swallowed by the terra folds,
I passed a starlet with a camera
flashing the grass
for blue-sheathed believers
idling elbow to elbow
so content
in the mild serration
of the leaves.
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