dear mountain standard time
dear mountain standard time
the desert is in itself
an oasis, an escape
from the monotony
of trees and grass
that plague the forest valley
they are all i have ever
known, truly
and my
allegiance
the oak leaves have
yet, i lust for
the sagey shrubbery
and mountains of rocks
the popcorn clouds
and rusty red dirt
that stretch for ages
beyond my eyes
which give me solace
give me rest
give me peace
in the vastness, the nothingness
away from my home
goodbye, ohio
hello, arizona
This poem is about:
My country