November 14, 2013

ardent waves

the heat shimmering in the air so bent
everything gone the color of the glare

even the leaves off ghostly trees
and ranch buildings in the distant dust
surrounded by fibonaccied bales

ponies nose deep in fields of wild oats
munching witnesses to the past
as the shades of the departed
continue on with their appointed tasks

cha oz
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