When beauty finds you all the way out
at a rock escarpment on the edge of a desert
where the new season grass is so greedily
making itself green
and roads are so rutted with new travel
they're near impassable,
a few mice at home in your home,
burst water pipes, busted fridges,
whole-sky sunsets
that interrupt your cleaning,
and the curious snake in the school
are minor themes dancing below
a larger one we are barely part of.
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