in the desert, stripped to the bone of the soul
a man on fire walks down my street
leaving rainbows over white clouds in the blue sky,
this is where i remember
that love has been, will always be, present.
on the way here, i had a new memory of the future self i hoped to be
and she is sliding through the Colorado river, every now and then,
grazed by Coyote Willow leaves.