Saturday, September 12, 2020

A Carriage with Varnished Sides

The monsoon season
Sputters in the drought
Decades’ gold summers,
But sometimes a storm

Still pulls together
Above the mesas
And muddies wayside
Crash memorials

Like this well-tended
Cross without a name
Planted in the shade
Where there’s almost none.

Winds that blow brief rains
Blow out the votive
Candle left under
The cypress and pine.

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