Yakima Valley

Yakima Valley Flowth of a river In a valley of Sunburns 150-car trains pass Through at 3am In a hundred degrees While we’re outside In light clothing Camping With sparse pine trees Lining the water With a strong current Such a freezing cold spray In such dry air of Arid solitude

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Central

Central Out on plains A wasteland Of painted dirt Of dirt roads Of pathways of dust And mountainous Track through the Teeth of cascadia A blackgull’s call Echoes from the top Of the hill’s peak When you peek over The edge To see A new landscape A different horizon Of paint Of dust Of aContinue reading “Central”

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Sun Stained

Sun Stained She had a quintessence audience Gliding silk smooth wave motions Slow lapping, gentle rhythms Hurting rain and hot earth steam Waxing moons rising Trail lines blurring And the air is flowing So smooth The birds circled and flew Overhead undercast A goddess dove and prince crow Circled and danced and revolved It wasContinue reading “Sun Stained”

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