Being Human

Rose of Sharon in the Old Southwest, Reno, Nevada – Saturday, 21 July 2012

Might be easier

If she were a dragonfly

Or a lone flower.

Storms

Thunder clouds over east Reno – Monday, 23 July 2012

It’s always raining

Every time she looks skyward,

Sometimes with thunder.

Clocks tick by themselves

And we breathe to their rhythm:

Life knows when to move.

Stitches hide a hole

In his head. He is punished

Now for jaywalking.

Suddenly desert

Sky sprinkles down cool relief:

Rain on hard, parched land.