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Rocks, trails, mountains, Jesus, God.

Shiest.

The gray color of stone.

A trail dim in my memory.

A sprig of unknown weed.

Creosote.

Rocks, trails, mountains, Jesus, God.

A Marker.

A way lost, a way found.

Rocks, trails, mountains, Jesus, God.

A poem usually starts with a vision.

A poem usually ends with a taste.

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