I live in a world with
  50 foot horizons.
  Man’s work rises,
  Truncating all sight lines.
  The Sun never sets here,
  It just kinda ducks down.
  
  But in the Arizona desert,
  I watched rain fall miles away
  From a single distant cloud,
  
  And gazed entranced as
  the Moon arose
  From land,
  Not a neighbor's garage.

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