Explanatory Force I walked for several miles down railroads, walking trails and a commercial strip thus had crossed a creek which flowed and weaved them all into one thought: purpose. At one juncture, I stretched out and looked up at the night. The stars are out. I thought how poor my eyes to not burn […]

I remember dust storms and steel mountains,
tips of tree limbs who reached over barb wire,
scrap piles I deconstructed into bins
of copper, brass, efx out from mire.

A boy plays with his
platonic shadow against
his own perspective.