You, at home where sea and sand negotiate,
where troposphere and tower fit like puzzle pieces;
I, a rougher sketch of you, a stranger in the promised land,
still watching blacktop animated by an endless rain.
Hugh Lemma
Hugh does not prefer to talk about himself in the third person, but if he did, he'd tell you he's in a self-imposed exile on the east coast of the USA, but still loves his former home in the Sonoran Desert. He is the author of Odd Numbers And Evensongs and Auditions For The Afterlife.
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