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Random Poem:

Escalante
eajohnson1

Hiking in July, hot as hell, I’ve learned to find
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water by smell. In canyon country every puddle
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in a crevice, every creek that only flows
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underground, is coated with a scum
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as thick and gross and wonderful as life –
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algae, wasps sucking at the mud, coyote prints
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turning to dust, tadpoles flailing
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as their refuge slowly shrinks.
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Each of my socks has a red rime
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of iron Utah sand at the ankle,
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dry grains that gathered right at the crease
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of life, where the sweat appears,
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where the desert can get it.
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After two weeks I am caked in all my angles:
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rust wrinkles at eyes, knuckles, armpit, a patina
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of dust coating my pores, hovering underneath
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dry hairs on my forearm, crotch, scalp.
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Still the skin flushes moist
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when I head on a hike, glowing alive
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with water, temporary – yes, I remind myself –
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the sere wind follows, ungreedy but unrelenting,
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drinking it all as I skip down the rock slope,
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like a shooting star in a parched palestine.
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