Yesterday the talk was no clouds,
not a cloud to be seen, won’t life
be great from here on out . . .
Tina Carlson – Ojo Caliente: Metamorphoses
The summer was shattering.
Too much pressure and heat
change the nature of stone.
For this, we walk a dry path
under the spiraling flight of two eagles
disappearing into blue.
The old man is in the last days
of work he has done and loved
for many years. He is mowing
with his old team, the white horse