The Sand Flats blush because they've seen the end;
The cities sell the fountain of youth,
But the Granite Boulders whisper
"we were a millennium below the earth and still your bones will be there longer";
When the Redwoods take the eyes above,
the desert draws the gaze within.
An F-250 roars across a black vein into rust sundown clouds;
The sun lingers, as if to stay, and then she sends stars;
Blue tide pools trickle below your surface,
And for your own reasons,
You keep these to yourself,
Like the gold better men
Never found.
