It’s too early in the morning
For snakes,
It’s too cold,
We hoped.
We looked at each other for reassurance
As our breath frosted over.

On an impulse my brother
And I drove across the state.
Its highest point we repeated
To each other.

Walking thru the cactus and
Thorn scrub taking photos
In the cool high plains.
The sun preparing to cook
Away the dew.

We just felt like
Getting away,
Two aging brothers.

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