In the darkness, seeing shadows lying asleep beneath mesquite
trees, quietly resting through the night, shadows lying along-
side rocks are casting themselves across the dirt like blankets
not needed because it's too hard.
Looking up, rocks are cascading down the side of the mountain,
flicking their darkened shadows into the darkness, moon is
shining wherever it can to illuminate the ground, such a stark
desert landscape, yet it surpasses the darkness of this night.
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