Highway-89: The Red Hills

The highway relics—
those haunting desert store
fronts of histories
sold in jewels—
hold the spirits
of these hills:

remissions
of once endless freedoms
lost to the freedom
of their solitude:

reflections
of passing
eyes casting their
resignations:

reminders
of each inexplicable
relic left behind
to be forgotten.

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