walking the long paved road
zigzagging its descent to town.
We stay away
from hustle, commotion,
traffic going against the red,
compulsive consumption of goods (or is it bads?),
people undead, or so alive,
or wealthy, or needy,
or unkind, or nice
or merely living
their drama of emotion.
we came across vultures flying.
Obedient to their nature,
they performed aerial gothic dance
above a dead coyote.
A woman jogged by in dusty puff,
her head so high,
a neon of 'Do not disturb'.
Tried but couldn't
ignore my heartfelt intrusion, "HELLO!"
We saw rainbow birds,
brave wild flowers blooming,
rebelling against the desert's rule
permitting only mild hue of anaemic green.
We greeted a distant neighbor in her yard.
no twinkle, just tears.
"Did you know? My husband died. So suddenly.
I've got a new puppy now, I'll be fine."
We gasped (we always do), my dog and I,
when we turn back home,
seeing beauty in rocky monstrous mountain mass,
a giant, steadfast in its stare, watching us.
We stayed away but life
found me and my dog,
playing hide n' seek,
on the road that descends to town.
(Submitted to Poets United.)