4/4/09

Vernal pools

Slushy, muddy, watery, not flowery waters nor watery slush yet.

Resident seeker, desert sunset

The sunset, in his desert fastness, is the red
of the foundry, molten iron poured from the crucible
into the casting. The face that looks at the sunset
is a burnished obsidian mask drenched by fire.
Who knows what this lifelong seeker thinks
outside his desert home, before the spectacle
he shares with no one -- what he'd wanted all along.
Ruddy invulnerable mask of a man of iron.
Roll from his pen those iron sonorities, blunter.