Thomas Halloran – Ⅳ
Times
After a dawn rain, my arm
stuck out the car window toward east hills
thinks it could run my fingers through green fur.
But later the sunned air smears.
You might hike all afternoon
to reach the nearest rise.
Summer. Renegade scrub slinks up crevasses
in the slopes parched tan. Any urge
to tramp there past snakes sunning stills.
Then anyway, sundown. A single ropy
cloud band crosses the sweet air schooling
tadpole cloudlets north.
Or at least this evening began that way,
and now we meet as we keep intending,
in the dark on our own bed.
After a dawn rain, my arm
stuck out the car window toward east hills
thinks it could run my fingers through green fur.
But later the sunned air smears.
You might hike all afternoon
to reach the nearest rise.
Summer. Renegade scrub slinks up crevasses
in the slopes parched tan. Any urge
to tramp there past snakes sunning stills.
Then anyway, sundown. A single ropy
cloud band crosses the sweet air schooling
tadpole cloudlets north.
Or at least this evening began that way,
and now we meet as we keep intending,
in the dark on our own bed.