Us And Sedona

The ripped 

flags dance

in the air.

The chimes

ride

on the winds

back and 

play a song

that only

the red 

desert

knows.

Surrounded by

golden Buddhas

and

cactus,

our fingertips

touch as I 

show you

the way.

You start

to speak

and my

fingers

place on

your lips

and our

eyes close. 

Its us and 

Sedona.