Poem Fifteen: Infidel

Infidel

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Infidel, my heretic,

beautiful bleeding 

canyon, your hands, 

gloss of blackbirds,

your hands, the lean 

of saguaro, 

the pink disappearing 

Flower Moon, 

collision, violet mountains, 

the light changes so quickly

it’s hard to hold 

the language 

of birds

come morning.

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