Hemphill, Texas; circa 2011

by Becca

My full face was lit with the heat of Spring

Sun shining through the windshield

A sharp eye tuned to passing

Static that is our scenery

Among the piney woods of deep east

I listen to the drawl of mosquitoes

Dancing their ballet of single pirouettes

To surrounding oxymorons

Mumbles of sadness coughed-up laughter

Lessoned grief punctuated by

Intelligent-ignorance of a wry sense of justice

Under the canopy of branchless trees

Only the tops green with needles

The ground full of the dead

A shock of tangerine

Sunset slips through the cracks

Under the canopy of branchless trees

Only the tops green with needles

The ground full of the dead

A shock of tangerine

Sunset slips through the cracks