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I trimmed the wick at dawn today
Salt crust still beneath my nail
The mesa hums a different way
Heat shimmers where the lizards play
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She walks the rim where morning starts
Three colors etched on desert hearts
No oil cans or spiral stair
Just claws that grip the sandstone air
Mesa calico, watching low
Where canyon winds and sunlight go
No lamp to trim, no storm to face
Just whiskers framed in golden grace
Mesa calico, steady eye
The desert's lantern, burning dry
My logbook gathers dust and sand
No more midnight watch to stand
She marks the hours with tail and stare
A keeper's rhythm, calm and rare
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She walks the rim where morning starts
Three colors etched on desert hearts
No oil cans or spiral stair
Just claws that grip the sandstone air
Mesa calico, watching low
Where canyon winds and sunlight go
No lamp to trim, no storm to face
Just whiskers framed in golden grace
Mesa calico, steady eye
The desert's lantern, burning dry
The cello moans like foghorns did
The banjo rolls a tide I knew
She blinks once slow, a green-gold flash
Brings the lantern's steady splash
No sea here, but the heat rolls in
Same vigil kept, same watch to win
Three thousand nights I kept the flame
Now four paws guard the mesa's name
Mesa calico, watching low
Where canyon winds and sunlight go
No lamp to trim, no storm to face
Just whiskers framed in golden grace
Mesa calico, steady eye
The desert's lantern, burning dry
Tourists ask why I stayed ashore
I point to where she guards the door
No glass prism, no brass machine
Just fur and bone and instinct keen
Mesa calico, watching low
Where canyon winds and sunlight go
No lamp to trim, no storm to face
Just whiskers framed in golden grace
Mesa calico, steady eye
The desert's lantern, burning dry
Mesa calico, burning dry
The desert's lantern, steady eye
