Clarity

Clarity, desert country on a cold winter’s morning,

When those Antarctic winds bluster in on a chilly southerly,

Sweeping across the red ocher dirt beneath your feet

Beneath a waiting blue fire sky to night’s last fleeting moments.

One always needs at lest two days in a place,

One to live with it, the other to breathe it’s art.

 

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