In the distance, a line of trees
makes its way like a river.
The memory of water
the last time a storm
rolled through is
no more now
than a dry gulch
where vision ends
between them.
In the distance, a line of trees
makes its way like a river.
The memory of water
the last time a storm
rolled through is
no more now
than a dry gulch
where vision ends
between them.