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Wyoming winters stretch deep into spring’s sweet lullaby;
softly, snow-covered flowers seek sun’s radiant respite
from long deep freezes delving into marrow, leaving souls
shuddering…

Sacramento summers scorch westerly sea breezes, dust rises,
trees wind-whipped, cracks creep, deserting creeks, rocky
smiles entombed river beds waiting, wanting winter’s wet
caress as water overflows banks, kissing my feet…

Searching skyward, seeking solace in between.

Rising waves crash
upon brittle shores;
in swirling surf
a man stands-
lifting up hands,
bailing buckets,
trying to
empty, the
sea.

fear begets anger,
uncertainty morphs perception
becoming certain, acting
on rage, blinded-
there is no light,
only grasping hands
clinging to spirits
wounded, afraid-
acting out.

a scan and a beep,
makes suits leap,
business wanna boom,
spreading toxic gloom;
wash your hands,
avoid the tomb.

Dollars go, “ka ching!”
“ka ching!” Walking
in your bling
ring
ring
ring-
Wash ya
face.