Biological Cycles

Sometimes the mind sticks
to the cardboard.
Someone corrugated this box
intensively
you can tell
you can just tell
it's all well
up and down.

Ground up sticks
in the woods
manufacture trees.

And I am sure all that time
in the office
post-industrialized
a language,
collar stained a little
by all that coffee.

All this is why
I love the desert
more than I love
my own two feet.

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