Lizards scatter with small stones

as he trips up the mountain road,

kalderimes are too bumpy now.

He's been here before

a thousand feet above nut town 

where crumbling churches 

send peels of God down 

to the sea. 

He's been here before.

'Are there cicadas?....  I don't hear them.'

Higher...

White scree falls recall…

sodden sum...

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