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Sunset Over the Foothills — Image by kenne

Foothills

I live in the foothills,
where the wash remembers water
only when the mountains weep.

Each evening the sun disappears,
carrying my thoughts
into the galaxies—
a secret treasure left behind,
not a thing you can hold,
but a presence you feel.

Shadows walk the ridges,
enter the flesh of the earth.
Night comes with its gift:
fifteen winters of stars,
fifteen winters of silence.

And I drink—
not wine,
but the ancient medicine
of wonder.