Dust Devil 

In the Tucson Mountains


In front of me the Big Cat rises

and soft wind fills with voices of ancient ones.

Their presence echoes in rocks above

and joins sounds of other species:

flying over,

digging in,

running by.

They are here, living and dead, breathing.

—Laura Martinez


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