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© 2010-2013

star over Sedona

I suppose it’s Mars
It’s just one star
So bright – maybe it’s a planet
But I’d rather it was a star
(Planet over Sedona
Doesn’t sound as good)
The buttes rage in their color at sunset
Then cool as dusk settles
Even in the dark
You can feel them
They make their presence known
All that we are not
All that we can’t have
Like Wilson, who perished among them
It’s best we don’t survive here
Better that they live on
To flame in sunsets to eternity