white gold disc
rising between freeway signs
through the blue-beige haze
shrinking above orange dawn dust
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turning up Buffalo
hills stand flat in the twilight
layers of vertical geography
under an inverted terrain of clouds
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two men in the rain
chatting on the embankment
homes swept away
from the culvert below
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berry wrapped melon
words fall from the sky
hidden lines