Zachary Guadamour: Ciénaca
I ride lazy atop the mule Toby
as he unravels a deer path we follow
not knowing where we head
the morning crisp in the cloudless warming sky
November 23, 2021 · 1 Comment
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I ride lazy atop the mule Toby
as he unravels a deer path we follow
not knowing where we head
the morning crisp in the cloudless warming sky