Fingers moving to rhythms as they take this mere poet into
a wide-open desert landscape, wishing it could be set free
from all corrupt developers and politicians.
They are ruining our beautiful, laid-back western frontier,
filling it with dishonesty and ugly buildings blocking the
view everywhere you look.
Cutting up the mountains to build their houses and tearing
apart nature's abodes for coyotes, snakes, scorpions and
wildlife, taking the wonder of their lives all at once.
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