
a desert rose:
its base stout & misshapen;
its blooms elegant

a desert rose:
its base stout & misshapen;
its blooms elegant

twisted skeletons
of once thriving trees stand
in the temple yard



waves crash
against the cliff base,
& are turned back




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