Secret Ingredients
Desert
the cruel midday sun-
neat rows of old cars in their
final rusting place
–
high noon-
steam billows from
my open hood
Reservoir
clouds in the water
far on the opposite shore
the blue pump house roof
–
changing leaves
painted at the
waterline
Thunder
early autumn storms-
dark roiling thunderclouds vent
their mottled fury
–
distant thunder-
a cloud of starlings
darken the sky
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