And so the day is done,
Thunderhead behind us,
Tent set up, juniper
Burning inside the pit,
Sheltered from the wind.
This is the land from
Bend to the Grand Canyon--
Pinyons, sagebrush and dust.
A raven caws out loud,
The last of the campers
Settling now, thunder speaking.
And so I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my dreams reveal me,
That thing I always need to see,
Some Orphic pocket galaxy or
Bird's eye anise, endless
Spiraling into the abyss.
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