Geology II
by G. L. Pettigrew


This is the place to find solitude:
Away from civilization's concrete shriek
Where the earth is purified by sun-fire
Winds lift scrub flower's scent like incense
Stones-red-amber-gold are baptized by ephemeral rains
And the cloudless sky, broad as beauty, opens like a prayer book






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