The red dirt path stretches in a straight line
from the grassy meadow to the wet land
just before the dark red rocks of the hill.
The tire tracks have left two wide ruts
in the trail that rules between the salt flat
on the south and the rivulets that twist
among the mangroves on the north.
When the sun sets, the clouds catch the pink
and throw the color back down to the water
to reflect in the briny water that has fallen still
now that the wind stopped blowing.
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