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The Sky is a Color of Blue Like No Other

a repost by Ethel Mortenson Davis

He said,

“Exceptional people
came from there,
people that did extraordinary
things with their lives
and did amazing things
in the world.”

That place is
in the high desert mountains
where there is a crisscrossing
of invisible lines.

“Our ancients said,

‘This is the center of the earth,
where creation started,
where you and I became,”

a no-nothing place
of mud and rock
and pinion trees,
where the sky is a color
of blue . . .

like no other
in the whole universe.

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Goldleaf

poem and photograph by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Stopped
to look
at the Byzantine light
coming out of the morning sky ̶
goldleaf
burnishing the edges,
turning the deep mountains
violet.

Take my hand
before we become
common!

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