Friday, August 14, 2015

First Cold Front of Summer

First Cold Front of Summer

Darkening alfalfa fields past second cutting,
pastures, cattle juggling last light on short horns.
Twenty-two miles south: the freeway is closed.
First cold front of summer is whipping through.

Evening, dirt-heavy gusts at 40,
you're on a three-mile daydream,
walking ghost Wolfhounds on a canal road.
Later: ice cubes and glacier water in crystal.

Existence is being divided into small particles.
Radio reportage: blowing dust and smoke...
the bloody freeway-injured at Silica Road
are kept moaning in wrecked pick-ups and cars.

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