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fracture

 

here

the sage flies by,

blue-green clouds along the edge of the road 

until

you Stop.

shut off the engine. 

roll down the windows

open your soul to the 

nothing

but wind and the

Whoosh, Whoosh

of giant wind turbines.

here

the red earth fractures, opens like a vein

emitting whispers shushing up from the cool sand of ancient riverbed below.

like spells.

hold still

and no one might notice the crack

that has suddenly opened

inside you.

the red earth

of your heart

gaping beneath the sky

a long line of eighteen wheelers

surge forth like a Norther'

howling the whispers of the earth into a fugitive memory

the windows close

the engine hums to life

the wound is sutured 

and you travel on.