---
the glowing iron wheel
had made its way
across the sky
crushing
everything
in its
path
i sit doubled over
my forehead
in rivulets
from the
furnaces
its passage
had stoked
clouds like
dusty dirt ruts
curving into
saguaro spiked
hills
to the west
crescent moon
a faint slice
like a
glowing
cattlebrand
the cicadas
still whirr
on
and
on
and
on
7 PM
and it is
still
98 degrees
and the
ghosts of
cowpokes
who
died the trails
still ride
their bony ponies
on their endless
road
into
the
sun
soulsurvivor
(C) 8/17/2015
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
---
the glowing iron wheel
had made its way
across the sky
crushing
everything
in its
path
i sit doubled over
my forehead
in rivulets
from the
furnaces
its passage
had stoked
clouds like
dusty dirt ruts
curving into
saguaro spiked
hills
to the west
crescent moon
a faint slice
like a
glowing
cattlebrand
the cicadas
still whirr
on
and
on
and
on
7 PM
and it is
still
98 degrees
and the
ghosts of
cowpokes
who
died the trails
still ride
their bony ponies
on their endless
road
into
the
sun
soulsurvivor
(C) 8/17/2015
