Looking through Partition Arch in Arches National Park
From here I can see
the wonderful sea.
I step through the door.
I stand at the shore.
Sand at my bare feet.
The sun shining heat.
But the sun soon leaves,
and the ocean heaves.
Sharp bits of hail hit my face.
People run like in a race.
They shout for me to move.
I pick up their quick groove.
“The Dead are here for us,”
one tall man shouts to us,
“Run to the Town Hall
or the town will fall.”
THE DEAD GAME
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