Watch the redness move in,
And cover the plains like blood,
With the shadows of the day falling Beneath the young cedars,
On the western side so far from here
The day is almost done,
Headstones made from trees and
Scrubs, with covers of salty grass
Each as far and as wide as can
Be seen, with the sun dangling
In the distance,
beginning another night.
Ralph Peck
Photography by Mark Mascilli
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