A Mexican woman gathering mustard greens in an almond grove.
The wasted bodies of coyotes littering the way, each a monument to indiscretion.
A vast, fruited plain- the earth subdued into neat, orderly rows.
The lights of a farm like streamers in a flooded field.
Homeless men quietly crossing paths with the industrious, each with coffee in hand.
Four-hundred sets of eyes on a bride and groom whose eyes were on each other.
Broken glass and bare feet on a dance floor.
Bleary-eyed men watching women and them pretending not to know.
Five-hundred crows gathered in a naked tree like a raucous, black foliage
Broad avenues deserted in the pre-dawn of a Sunday morning.
Waxy green hedges bordering sidewalks all spatter-dashed with pigeon droppings.
A Russian Orthodox church, green and white, behind a wrought iron fence with a golden onion on top.
I-pod deafened joggers nodding at each other in passing, but ignoring me because I walked.
Police cruisers on the side of the freeway like crocodiles on a river bank.
Rows of green hills, close-cropped by cattle, and criss-crossed by tractor trails.
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2 comments:
Best thing I've read in months.
Thanks, John!
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