I walked alone with Incan spirits,
lost in my own thoughts
trailing downward
over maize-covered fields.
I breathed chilly air
with the condors
wearing neck gaiters,
thinking
how lucky I was
to commune
with jet stream angels,
safe and in one piece.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
I walked alone with Incan spirits,
lost in my own thoughts
trailing downward
over maize-covered fields.
I breathed chilly air
with the condors
wearing neck gaiters,
thinking
how lucky I was
to commune
with jet stream angels,
safe and in one piece.
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