"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Bus in October.

A dull roar.
Leaves on the curb
swirl twist and kiss--
they dance
on a chilled October day.
The bus presses on,
a dull roar spurring life
into dead yellow.

1 comment:

  1. This is one of my favorites. I like the grittiness and the realism.


"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."