By Kacie Erin Smith
White Sands
October 23, 2015
dancing in the moonlight, watching shadows
sleeping in a dome of dew, packing up my bedroll and tent
for the last time
the thinnest lightening of the horizon
waiting for the sunrise exactly where we danced the sun down
but looking east
rise with coffee, surrounded by cool dune sand, distant
peaks
watching striated clouds changing all around
the neon orange growing above the mountain’s blue silhouette
the morning light reached the peaks behind us first,
painting them pink
we sit, perched on white for our turn to breathe in the dawn
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