glowing clouds wander, whisping
across a landscape riddled with
dead trees. a hollow howl from a coyote,
a sand twister, a skeleton bleached clean
by the sun. two black holes peering into
the endless expanse. a belt buckle shines among
the clutter.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness
glowing clouds wander, whisping
across a landscape riddled with
dead trees. a hollow howl from a coyote,
a sand twister, a skeleton bleached clean
by the sun. two black holes peering into
the endless expanse. a belt buckle shines among
the clutter.