the road to Moro
is winding and narrow
its shoulder lean,
dry and rocky

its often lonely
save for reeds, weeds
and grazing steeds
which is a good thing
when one tries
to straighten those curves
just a bit

most go to Moro
tomorrow
and not today
which eases the way
past the red-winged blackbird
and the squawk of the hawk

the sage
and the gullies
drink in flash floods
smuggling them to invisibility;
are you sure they came
with the rain?

June 16, 2004