This all starts with a small conversation about Something you forget, or never understand, but hear And then hum. You don’t understand the way you Usually understand, but something in conversation, Something in the talk between ourselves, Something in that
Two Deserts
1. Late July, and the desert sky has rained this morning. Running alongside the right bank of the tender river, Through its wet air, its moist breath, running Along the loam drifts and sand shore, through The fallen cottonwood leaves