We could be elsewhere but for the oaths we keep...
coyotes
five coyotes wail in the thick white hills beyond the gulch ...
cinema
i like films where nearly everybody dies...
five months — a heartland reality
the feedlot down the road keeps five hundred black cows...
Five inches of snow with coffee
And I’m left on the heels of that summer girl from summers ago...
to all the places i’ve never been
i miss you your clear and placid pools ...
Late Afternoon Sun
The late afternoon sun lopes up the road like a mad Labrador...
many years on
but for the children it remains empty...
cloud canyon
who has not stood at the base of a canyon...
the gate
the gate neither swings nor closes but dangles there...