morning coconut shell fires
hang in the gulf of thailand
rubber trees and teak
the soft and hard edges of every question
morning mountain
lush green alleghenies
it's all one continuous stream
going from flood to dry wash
between sunsets
a new set of images to blanket the old
colors we perceived before as
the real
the questions we have avoided
until now
always now
bullying its way to the front
no path
no signposts
--- e b bortz
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