Tuesday, August 14, 2012

95 degrees and smoke.


this valley is a cage.

majesty sought
from other places and states
of mind on bright
cool mornings
we still admire the sky
the towering cliffs
the endless expanses
rolling out of sight

we are insignificant.

when the smoke
filters in
the dry red sun
dog days of august
her burnt clouds 
hanging low
touching our heads
her belly pressing us
to the ground

we think of the ocean.


















© 8.14.12 heather brager

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