The stark blue skies
And hooked highways
Crawling across a landscape
Barren and strange
Not quite a desert
But thirsty
So thirsty
Orchards and rice
Give way to small towns
That tangle into concrete jungles
A questionable landscape painting
I can’t remember overcast
The heat looks like spring
And feels like a planet closer to the sun
Emeralds and effortlessly green grass
Are in a distressed memory now
Torn
Threadbare
I wish I could see clouds
There is the scent of smoke on the air
More a question than a threat
Is it time?
Mountains hazy in the distance and train tracks that run like Jack rabbits
Up the haunted country side
Another day where
Rain is not even thought of
By the brutal sky
I can’t remember overcast