brash wind coursing cataract
breath carving canyons
in your veins each rapacious gust
urging us: begin
we tended yearnings gently
glowing like the morning sun
sweet and slow but late
needing us: begin
and we are burning now may
do little more than watch
through windows firmly sealed
a coral-tinted tide abate
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: US NPS
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