A Mythology

A Mythology Pale rust, desert airDry dust fallingOver bootsOn the groundRepurposed pastThe end of the lineThe tourist trailAn abandoned millA mythologyMan at the center of everythingChasing survival and permanenceIn the autumn hazeA Pinyon jay bounces through the brushScattered seeds on the wheelOf the abandoned talismanFramed by red rock rising Prickly cactus, smooth steelFlowers poke throughContinue reading “A Mythology”