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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Solstice

Solstice Let me grab you Arm in arm And walk you down A path sunwarm With steam clouds Rising from A dawning ground Melting the Frontal lobe In the morning During perfect cold Solstice in scorching Goosebumps Flamethrowers Brainfreeze Throattorchers Let me walk you Down a path Let us talk about An equinox A boxContinue reading “Solstice”

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Cyawlitoude

Cyawlitoude Wandering. Searching for What? Footsteps in the sand Of a desert With one tree of 40 fruit in Its center. It’s hot. There’s heat. Something comfy when sweat Beads up and rolls down The sides of your forehead To be cooled by a nearly Imperceptable wind. Every step from tired legs. Thousands of tracksContinue reading “Cyawlitoude”

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