the sun glared
an angry orange as
it illuminated the
rolling hills down
south of mineral wells
as a sleepy fool felt
the fullness of the
missing hour where
we managed to save
daylight once again

an ill omen calling
forth summer’s fury
as the polar vortex
constantly collapses
the shifted seasons
littering the land
in various shades of
divergent dissonance

fearsome raptors with
wide spread pinions
circle lazily on eddies
of invisible currents
seeking scampering prey
in the brown stretching
into infinity in either
direction as i yearn for
another cup or coffee
on the way to stephenville