so, what's it like now?

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.