Monday, July 26, 2021

Smoke and Curtains


Driving a line of tooth pick trees 

as the Cottonwood’s release 

puffy seed ships to their fate 

in the currents and 

smoke from the northern fires 

filters the days’ sunlight into white.


I would go through this air, 

push aside the curtain to see 

what I wish for; a slice of the future 

and a gentled view of the past and 

to stare at the universal mortar and 

pestle stirring the mash of my life. 

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