Thursday, July 22, 2010

Excerpt from Dry August


























I gaze at the map,

watercolor, wrinkled

paper rainbow pastels

sprawling across his wood floor.

Pin thin black lines

scribbled, broken

some jagged.

Dry desert

up for grabs.

Everlasting

longitude and

latitude

The entire planet is

paying attention.



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