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Black asphalt dashed with paint rolls through a barren landscape that goes on for miles as she walks toward the road.
Sand stutters and skips across the darkness of it, settling into grooves and the spaces between her toes, burying her feet slowly in stillness.
The sun sinks before her, yet she feels it lingering below. Her foot presses against the surface of the road, toes then heel dip into the heat that radiates from within—
sun, trapped within.
The other foot meets the first as she stands before the sun falling and rising up into her soles.
Above her, a vulture black and ragged tilts its wings and hooks circles in the sky.
Turning east, her sun-kissed back catching the last of the day’s rays,
she makes her way.
photo by mart productions


beautiful
A big fan of your poetry and prose, keep them coming. There are prose pieces of yours too that I want to catch up on.