above the slow swell of summer inferno,
the arizona sunset glowing
an encapsulated ember portrait
of my two halves smiling. One with long hair
recognizing the cicadas ancestral arrival,
the other in her pulled aluminum lung,
screaming a winter's chill. Out in the quail's
rendevous, along paths of rubber streams we
broke from exaustion and into play's delight.
Under the dying sun, admired in it's glorious
surrender; late day's syncope, the jackrabbit's wide
turn. Rolling back with a film of ectoplasmic sorrow
from a flash of that fleeting moment.