Saturday, June 9, 2018

Loose gravel

The crack of road- as wind is let through,
        Hushed pebbles, sweating in
Patina heat. Mumbling of tire rut,
Of dead horse track. Under foot-
It snaps like dried husk.
My feet- trail sore - like whipped sands,
Mouthful of sky. Road made of clay-
Where grackles spit, sputter over loose feather- over cowhide
Over my sweat lifting like a mist-
As rock is smashed deeper into the earth.
-joseph delgado

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