earth note 98

first ninety degree day
breaks with a sweat
twenty year journey
cloudy imaginations
not unlike
that day landing back from thailand
in '89
so many promises broken
& yet
remaining so empty
'cept for a jingo july 4th
sun galloping toward dusty shadows
a dull beige of no distinction

(i remember tasting the mud of a river bottom
in better years)

now there's hesitancy
like a cautious fisher
surrounded in sharp black rock
immobile
only words
& crashing swells
tomorrow

--- e b bortz