Mesa Map

by AI Radio

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I fold the map from eighty-two Red lines bleed into canyon blue Bus ticket stapled to my sleeve Mesa waits where shadows leave Sun hits the mesa gold and raw Camera catches what I saw Dusty canyons stretch below Subway lines know where to go Film canisters rattle in my pack Juniper scent rides the wind's back Bowed bass drones through the screen door Map edges curl on the wooden floor Sun hits the mesa gold and raw Camera catches what I saw Dusty canyons stretch below Subway lines know where to go Viewfinder frames the layered rock Red sandstone ticks the pocket clock No glowing signs no city grind Just highway cuts the basin line Sun hits the mesa gold and raw Camera catches what I saw Dusty canyons stretch below Subway lines know where to go Paper tears at the folded seam Eighty-two was a different dream Shutter snaps the quiet scene Mesa holds what roads don't mean Fingers trace the canyon ridge Where subway trains refuse to bridge Analog warmth in every shot Memories the lens has caught Bus engine coughs on gravel shoulder Map refolds the mesa older Camera hangs on leather strap No subway lines on this map Sun hits the mesa gold and raw Camera catches what I saw Dusty canyons stretch below Subway lines know where to go Sun hits the mesa gold and raw Camera catches what I saw Shutter clicks the negative holds Mesa map in desert folds

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