DAILY PHOTO: Red Rock Arroyo in Kyrgyzstan
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nine miles down an old dirt road that runs the valley, the road disappearing before the pass, fading into a footpath, and then into a vague notion in a rare turn of events, i can see - but not hear - the whitewater that's running back toward from whence i came, and then on to a sea in some distant country i sit on a grassy hilltop, feeling i'm far enough down the road to be at peace

yellow petals
catch the morning light
& glow gold

floodwaters rise.
peacefully drifting
around the calves
of those in search
of things that float

at sundown,
the lake becomes
a mirror