Sandstone and Water

Jennifer and I rub against each other
like the sandstone and water
that shape Antelope Canyon
into auburn curves and dark hollows.

The canyon's allure is at the wall's surface
where substance yields to space,
slickrock contours in the star-lit night.

At the canyon mouth
raven's twilight song echoes
on a fresh breeze,
reaches into the auburn and the dark.

Inbox Ku

invest in gold,
weight loss and Viagra –
a long exasperated sigh

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her name
twenty-six times in Sent
Inbox - zero

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a nine megabyte attachment –
meditate on tolerance
and dialup

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debris collects
on the doorstep
to the highway

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a cup of wine
in the moonlight –
no new messages