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Magnificence of Solitude

The highway disappears over the horizon in the desert.
Someone built this highway, but there are no houses along its path.
No other vehicles are visible, nor have been for some time.

Mountains in the distance. Sagebrush and cactus along the road.
A summer thunderstorm refreshes the earth to the west.
The rains wash off the dust and release the aroma of the desert.

The solitude is magnified, magnificent and spiritual.
Not only am I traveling alone. I am alone on the highway filled with euphoria.
My peace and well-being conjoins with the smallness of my existence.

See you on the highway.

Brent

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A favorite pair of boots

boots

The boots sit patiently near the door
waiting for an opportunity to go outside.
Unlike a favorite pet, they do not need to go
but they do like exercise every now and then.

Brent

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Just passing through

They have been seen at other times of the day
but usually, they just pass through in the early morning.

There could be three or four, or two, or maybe even one
like this morning, but that was unusual. Or was it?

He seemed older than his antlers suggested.
Big of frame and body, but small in the rack.

Many hunters would probably pass him up
in the hopes of bagging a bigger deer with more points.

Still, he lingered like the wary hunted ever vigilant.
He passed through our yard to the open lots and vanished in the woods.

Brent