Yellow bunches of desert grass
align the highway. The desert
offers its barren expanse:
brown hills and flats, low shrubs.
On US 6 & 50 time stands inchoate,
unchanging. Time and time immemorial,
we reach the flashpoint of our lives
accompanied by dwarf power poles
and a misplaced predilection—
the Siever Lake bed on our left,
the Wah Wahs rising up behind, brown,
dessicant in the mock cloud cover.
rdking