originally published in don’t die press
Fire eats the forest
Evergreens turn to ash
Water chokes the canyon
Slopes fall under mud
Wind inhales the neighborhood
Throws rafters to the ground
A woman gives her body out of hunger for the touch
Her private land is fertile where scattered seeds are sown
Abundance is
Husbanded,
Planned,
Discussed
Until all goes wild again
And yearns only for what
The heavens coyly know