Look east from Historic Downtown.
Rusted buttes, deepened manzanita hue, warped embodiments,
as did, when you were 7, the clouds. Twisted,
then, to match your mind, to bunnies.
So-called vortices. Whirlpools of good thought.
Look to the east in the right light to see,
on his knees, Snoopy, mouth agape for Linus.
A bifocal atmosphere. one of the places
The yucca grow. You call them century plants.
Have you seen a century plant in bloom?
The humming birds that fight like the Red Barron?
I watched a man fall. Bounced until his neck broke,
from one of your tornadoes of happiness.
Sedona Arizona
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About Me
A poet-chef living in Denver, Co. I use the orange Aquafresh toothpaste, off brand mouthwash, and those little floss picks.
Daniel E Haislet 
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