I'm awake.
The warmth already becoming heat,
Sunbeams through my juniper branch curtains,
And my coyote call alarm clock,
Yips and dances off the hills,
Curiosity chasing away the whisper of sleep.
I water the shrubs/graffiti another's territory,
Stretch the truck bed kink out of my neck,
And kick on some sage brush cologne.
Hurry,
The Russian Olive perfumes at twilight,
and the Fox Tail ignites at sunset.
Lighting the dirt road home.
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