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.