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poem submitted to "Through Aesthetica" poetry contest, Nette Onclaud, sponsor, July 18, 2026
Between two mesquite limbs, the wind slings its cradle, a slow sway rising from the sun-struck sand. Warm desert air gathers like woven cloth, lifting the body into a drifting, heat-soft lull. Light flickers through thorn-shadow and dust-gold, the world rocking in wide, breath-born stillness. The Chihuahuan breeze loosens the grip of the day, holding it in the wind’s quiet keeping across the desert’s spine.
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