
bright beach summer.
the sand is everywhere,
and i don’t care.

bright beach summer.
the sand is everywhere,
and i don’t care.

flowers glow brightly
in the sunset’s low light,
and then go dark
abandoned farmstead -- a blip in the flat-wide spaces of the industrial-agro-manufactured prairie the barn, dilapidated the vehicles & implements, rusted weeds growing from every crack tall, blonde grass - waving like ripe wheat - stands in both front & back yards something has died on the prairie something is returning to dust & weed something is lost