Your shirt and the rocks are orange,
set in Arches National Park with its coin of bullion silver.
Blue sky complements your face, bronzed.
That huge arch behind you has no depth
but impresses with its height and width.
Some one I know is envious of your almond
hair, seen with no help from a flash bulb.
What in you could use some oomph?
A smile, like desert water, seems to be scarce.
Locals report visions of an angel,
perhaps an animal guide like a wolf
prowling the arches hunting for the warmth
of a little animal hiding in this hottest month.
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None one of these end words can rhyme;
You’ll have to look elsewhere for layup time.
