
Image by kenne
Night loosens its grip.
A thin blade of light
slides along the Rincons,
touching rock,
touching thorn.
The saguaros stand silent,
holding the cold
of a thousand dawns.
Above them,
the dark sky remembers blue.

Image by kenne
Night loosens its grip.
A thin blade of light
slides along the Rincons,
touching rock,
touching thorn.
The saguaros stand silent,
holding the cold
of a thousand dawns.
Above them,
the dark sky remembers blue.
Posted June 8, 2026 by kenneturner in Information
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