This landscape guards its secrets well,
trusting them entirely
to the mockingbird, who sings
while the rocks
are transformed into a mountain, the saguaros
into candles, and the mesquites
become thirst with roots that go down
into the memory of water. And
continuing day
and night, the singing
is to sound what rain is
to the earth.



David Chorlton



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