Looking out upon desert mountains, enjoying the view tremen-
dously with a poet's eye on nature and essence of it's being,
an up front and candid view of Mother Nature's own.
Transforming this poet's eye creatively into a wide open at-
mosphere, watching as a desert breeze wildly shakes mesquite
and palo verde trees like pepper shakers.
Their branches and leaves flutter about, seeming to enjoy
getting the dust left over from dust storms out of their
hair finally.
Feeling a complacent and contemplative value being exuded
from within this very creative landscape lying before me
right now.
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