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Photo by Agustin Lautaro<\/p><\/div>\n

Superstitious Friends<\/strong><\/p>\n

By Ann Lee Miller<\/p>\n

From the end of my street, I see the Superstition Mountains run skyward,<\/p>\n

Stalwart sisters, draped in haze and the color blue\u2014<\/p>\n

A hue I\u2019ve never seen them wear.<\/p>\n

After decades of daily acquaintance, their beauty still startles me.<\/p>\n

When I drive closer and creep in a line of cars around their skirts toward Tortilla Flat,<\/p>\n

Dust and the stinky-sock smell of creosote greet me.<\/p>\n

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Photo by Brenda Mendonca<\/p><\/div>\n

I realize these dramatic dames, monoliths, buttes, rocky peaks, and cliffs have become<\/p>\n

More than strangers who backdrop my air conditioned life.<\/p>\n

I hiked their heels and knobby knees, these hard sisters, their Praying Hands.<\/p>\n

My boots scraped dry earth atop Boulder Canyon, high over Canyon Lake.<\/p>\n

I swam in their icy puddles\u2014Saguaro, Canyon, and Apache Lakes\u2014<\/p>\n

At 117 when the Arizona Republic reported skin would fry in 10 minutes.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve plodded through their sands at river bottom, floated down the Salt in an inner tube.<\/p>\n

Counted Saguaros penciling the sky,<\/p>\n

Stared slack-jawed at rattlers, tarantulas, pronghorn sheep, Javelina, coyotes,<\/p>\n

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Photo by Robert Murray<\/p><\/div>\n

Wild horses, a Gila monster and a bobcat.<\/p>\n

I basked in their silence, absent even the sound of wind in trees.<\/p>\n

These women, so miserly with shade and the color green.<\/p>\n

I read the petroglyphs scrawled on their walls,<\/p>\n

These girls who friended many before me.<\/p>\n

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