Pleasure sources its own fatigue.
The way Cottonwood trees go yellow in the Fall.
The juxtaposition: granite and brown
Dry mud riverbed.
The power of subtle in the absence of color
We charm our love with intensity.
No word of Obama.
No Trump or Hilary in the morning headlines.
The country is exhausted.
Someone declared a “Day Off”.
I happily comply
Among a rush of dying brown plants,
Random black and white clouds on the horizon
That remind the Eye of relaxed
Black ad white ocean whales and fishes
Black ad white ocean whales and fishes
Their backs slightly arched, their “dive pointed” noses
Slowly, shamelessly in search.
