Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Ephemeral Sky... Evening

Ephemeral Sky... Evening

Miles north of the last patchy lawn
of a shrub steppe town, a hapless
flock of chalk-yellow birds....

Gentle early September wind
and you suffer a stainless steel
daydream as you bridge-rattle
across an irrigation canal.

Wood power poles stride
toward the fiery north...
pop of arthritic spines.

In the southbound lane,
store-fresh, bakery-wrapped,
hotdog buns on blacktop...
not quite road kill... not yet.

No comments:

Post a Comment