Hunting for Ours

as an archeologist
making love to himself
is the farthest thing
from his mind

and yet
for him to dig
overturn
hide 'n' seek
under-look
pull, find

after hours of hunting
tracking the dry dessert
one alone
he realizes
the tracks in the snow
in the sand
in the land
are his own

behold, self
discovered

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