Sedona
The reds and oranges
blending high and low
melting into the ground
where the lake water flows.
Heaven must be here,
right here on Earth.
I couldn't imagine such a place
with the sun and the dirt.
My vacation slips by
quicker than I thought.
Taking with me
more peace than I had sought.
This place will live forever
in the recess' of my mind.
The sediments of Sedona,
a home I loathe to leave behind.
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