Just under the skin
the water waits,
blood pulsing milky
veins through the Great
Basin, love child of
a dying sea.
No long grass here,
no bison.
Only horses at the wedding.
Long slow wash of sand
births wonder stone. Broken
water drinks the desert's tears.
Bedding soon becomes
a sage's goal, and wiser
women often fail us.
A single coyote cries
below her hill, and waiting,
hears the Basin sigh.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 12:14 AM UTC
Just under the skin
the water waits,
blood pulsing milky
veins through the Great
Basin, love child of
a dying sea.
No long grass here,
no bison.
Only horses at the wedding.
Long slow wash of sand
births wonder stone. Broken
water drinks the desert's tears.
Bedding soon becomes
a sage's goal, and wiser
women often fail us.
A single coyote cries
below her hill, and waiting,
hears the Basin sigh.
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