Arizona interlude

Our grand plan was to leave the rainstorms behind
with the seasonal threats of sliding under the sea,
so we headed West to a blank canvas, tumbleweeds,
fresh-squeezed winter mornings, rugged landscapes
that left us tongue-tied; Virginia memories
became nothing but a green flash glimpsed
passing mesquite trees along the highway.

Linda Kruschke came up with the perfect combination of paint chips to describe our cross-country move(s) between Virginia and Arizona.

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