flatlands

Vultures soar silent over wide fallow fields. Orange ball sun scorches tips of trees. Furtive motion blurs forest and field. It is here we stalk along dried mud ridges. Your voice and mine tangled in fading grey light. And at the end wait our wood smoke dreams.

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by sean on October 31, 2011  •  Permalink
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Posted by sean on October 31, 2011

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