Posts Tagged ‘chamisa’




And all at once the field

turns white with froth

as yellow tubes

of chamisa blooms

are lost, their perfect

composition giving way

to lathered dross.


The soul takes note—

considers how all patterns

come to naught

before rebuilding.


Some part of us resists.

Some part can’t wait

to lose its shape

and weave itself into

the larger cloth.



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