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Tumamoc

Job describes a saguaro

Talking Tumamoc Trash

Three poems by Russell Long

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Tumamoc

 

walkers emerge from their days

 

            — spadefoot toads after rain, ocotillo green—

 

the weight of human commitments

in their speech, in passing phrases

 

we come here alone

we come here together

 

            — roadrunner, mule deer —

 

we walk up and down the hill

 

 

many reasons

 

this is the real world

 

 

— Eric Magrane

(written while walking the hill)