See that only tree over there
perfectly strong in the high desert air
and with my foot on the gas
there’s no way I’m going back
Black and white cats
in the backyard grazing
green weeds and short grasses
leafy things rustling
in the stifling breezes
Racoon stripes high up in the trees
in the rustling leaves
while contemplating
the stealing of things
thickly tail into the dark
While the wind blows in torrents
thunder and lightning crack
leaves abandon summertime branches
that crash on a split in the air
it’s the dark gray center of being there
Where do all the sparrows go
when the rain rearranges everything they know?
