citrus (poem)

scarred cliffs hugging bone white fields

dotted with roaming cattle grazing hay.

rusted machines kneel into tempered soil,

lonely billboards proclaiming sins

rolling by spelling out God’s name.

mountains far silhouetted against pastel sky

clouds whispering hymns of the passed

fading like dreams from a waking mind.

i trace our breaths,

the rise and fall in the fog,

i peel you another fruit, and feed you another rind.