new, old vision of the future

elastic synapses bring me back momentarily before projecting future visions across the landscape of my mind’s eye youthful vigor and swaying pines sage wafting across the high desert at sunset – my heart yearns to return home to a place it has never lived but always loved broken feldspar littered juniper and jackrabbits in January – rusted jalopy rattles down pumas pathways seeking the young buck recently free from velvet hunger tempering the shot starving children create a year-round season – lost in time wagon wheels still rest along wind beaten fences tumbleweeds build mountains along the west side of run down shacks the vestibule of the cottontail the vestige of a forgotten age –

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