The 4Runner in the Arroyo
Broken tree limbs line the arroyo -
A sort of nest forms
in this space - you are the egg
here the sky lowers its
feathered ass right on down
This could get real new age in a second -
so -
You pull the collar up and brace for waves -
Does the burnt-out SUV pressed into the soil - forming
a wall for the dryness of this riverbed
mean
anything
Here - words become smoke -
shells popping on a battlefield -
someday -
in the future -
poppies will red on this spot
Their spiny fuzzy heads will spin into tulle -
The small gnats of their seeds swarm against this space -
remind the SUV that it was once mobile -
red and full of gas -
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