Thursday, August 6, 2015

Pinto Ridge

Pinto Ridge

Fire-displaced coyotes, kangaroo rats,
deer... all scowl-southward in haze-desert.
You hike, today's mystery guest
for those who keep an eye out,
rattler... deranged woodpecker.

Smoke-rouge of sundown...
then the sky going dark...
a blank-ash TV screen.

No more than a speck of dust
to a distant, throw-away old horse,
you hike, listen for blind cars
on a lonesome two-lane,
take slugs of water
from a cheap canteen,
swallow against loss.

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