Friday, May 22, 2015


  the heat of the day
  cuts its dry, cracked
  teeth into the cool
  wind from desert sage
  and mountain firs
   I watch you watching me
   there behind the gate
   where you park your RV
    is it suspicion bred
    by moonless night?
    resentment coiled
    like a rattler
    around lavic stone?
    or is it just the end of years
    creeping into joints
    and jaw, setting them aflame
    with terror and awe?
     love your neighbor
     as you love yourself
      the body and spirit
      sleep soon enough
      the blood flows
      too much where
      it will never rain

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