The sky is orange today,
desert particles blocking the sun
like a bride's veil
or
red scarf over lamp.
The rim is distant and out of reach
and the sound of the creek
drowned by the wind.
Biking is going nowhere.
You kiss me twice before you leave
then come back for a third
and I can't comprehend how the world
is still turning,
how everything doesn't stop what it's doing
and marvel.
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