So simple were those summers in the desert
when the sun set but the heat never escaped
and found a way to settle under your skin
and knew how to melt the plastic in a Dodge Caravan
that drove for miles past sillhouettes of mountains
sloping upwards and downwards past the window
You pressed your face against so you could see
the stars seeming close enough to touch
yet never quite approaching as we traveled
around the barns and ranches until we arrived
You couldn't put your finger on the longing
to wander the road by foot and to explore
what past explorers fought for some time ago
but no one wants to understand the scorpion
And why we haven't found what we ought to
discover so we choose to gaze far out
into constellations of the sky and daydream
the impossible ways when it's just beyond our eyes
beyond the village and the darkness
of a valley that swallows and keeps us inside
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