A Collection of Small Stones and Sounds
At the Service Station in Bishop, CA
Surrounded by utility trucks
WasteManagement picking up garbage
a gaggle of hunters in camouflage
Drowning in testosterone
Get me out of here.
Driving the Great Basin
Bare-branched oaks stretch
on a bright winter’s day.
Ghosts drape from their limbs.
“Little Lake” surprises
in the midst of arid land.
She shed her aqua garment for mossy green.
Ducks bob on her wrinkly surface.
heaven’s artisan chose a feathered brush.
Paints whispy clouds.
Driving the water hazard.
Plop. Splash. Ooops.
Linking to dVerse Poetics, where Sheila Moore’s article and prompt deals with onomatopoeia. So, I took the short poems I had jotted down for River of Stones and made a bit of noise!