Sacred Contracts IV: Bridging

 
1.  
It was no pretense, the stretching  
into the reservoir's muddy mouth  
where I fashioned brick into steps:  
 
A desert dweller, solitude sitter  
breathing dry particles of earth,  
vestige love, recycled words.  
 
2.  
Micro-climates part sunflowers,  
Elevation becoming seraphic;  
His hand concrete around mine:  
 
Two enervated refugees bridging  
toward an unforeseen denouement.  
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