Monday, July 25, 2022

His Face, his heart

 

Parched landscape;

a sandy wilderness

deeply gorged.


The geologic processes

ended now;

his eyes,


dried up water-holes,

partially filled with

some long-gone personal tragedy.


I found his heart,

a rusted old truck, abandoned,

curiously distant from any road.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Nice analogy

Michael said...

Thanks for your comment