Endless
dry and dusty
unforgiving land, where
ghosts of follies past are blown upon
the wind.

Autumn in summer:
Fallen leaves
yellow and shiny
like golden coins
of King Sun to us
mere

(For Chris Booth)

A pressed down
Heat exhausted stagger
Through furnace-fierce oppression.

Threat of rain maybe days away
Mariah's breath is hot and slow
Beads of sweat add to golden

A hot summer day
not a single leaf moves.
Even the shade is hot.
Can't breathe, air is hot!
All

You say you have principles and I know that, and I love that, and I believe that, and I respect

limewashed sky a chorus of ravens curse the heat

heat wave

even the Chili bush

prays for rain

rocky beach
the sea retreating
from morning heat