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NARANJA

 

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Beginning to end,
tender loins and fruit on fire
finding Nirvana.

 

 

WPC(1) — “Orange”

 

BIRD’S EYE GILIA

 

Gilia Tricolor - March 3, 2015

Gilia Tricolor – March 3, 2015

 

Everyone wants a turn
to be in perfect focus,
too many to count.

 

 

Agoseris

 

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Hard to concentrate
under the camera lens
interrupting work.

 

ON GREEN, ON GRAY

 

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Haven’t wondered about Heaven
since Sunday school’s cold
pearly gates and alabaster walls

seemed drab by comparison,
and the blinding shine of silver
and gold eternities much too bright

even for the pure. Out of dust
and dirt we rise, generations
personified in living colors.

We need not preach poetry
or pray for more than what’s
before us full with awe—

small enough to see through
purple stems of Wild Hyacinth
on green, on gray—I believe.

 

 

WPC(3) — “Reward”

 

No, Virginia

 

March 3, 2015

Top of Sulphur – March 3, 2015

 

…you’re not the only ones
who don’t get ‘em all
gathered and branded:

mothers friends, born
and raised together
in trees tangled with brush,

running mates escaping
the Horse Lot in Greasy.
You were there when

they bolted at the sight
of more cowboys
than they’d ever seen—

panicked partners on a whim
hell bent through the fence
for the safety of home

will never know the ropes,
our hot iron or knife,
headache of dehorning

for the fifty pounds
of recuperation. Not worth
it now to anyone.

                                          for Virginia McKee

 

 

WPC(2) — “Reward”

 

SHOOTING STARS

 

Sierra Shooting Star (Dodecatheon jeffreyi) - March 3, 2015

Sierra Shooting Star (Dodecatheon jeffreyi) – March 3, 2015

 

No wildflower man, but of all he saw
worth a mention once or twice
in his lifetime—suggesting value

in the time invested for a boy’s
inspection. Too delicate to touch,
what could we know of grace

refined by harsh survival,
each tangent honed to fit and fly
by millennia of failures?

Perhaps heaven-sent by night
to find transcending daylight
well-apart from the myopic zeal

of mortals, these long stems arched
above the grass on steep and damp
north slopes just waiting to be seen.

 

RAIN IN THE GROUND

 

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Perfect for early bloomers,
Fiddleneck, White-veined Mallow,
London Rockets pale the pasture.

Rain in the ground, thick Filaree
overreaches like loose-fringed
lettuce for more—more of the same.

Grass ahead of the cattle, it’s war—
every seed battling for real estate,
real dirt damp, for sun and rain,

green hills puddled with spilt paint.
Everything perfect on it’s own, yet
I fret with the brittle momentum

of lean, dry years—months of dust
and hay—a hard pace that interferes
with becoming forgiving as this ground

exploding in all the colors of rain.
Desperately, I reach through
early morning black for light.

 

560’s DAUGHTER

 

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Slick-eared,
she went ungathered,
missed the party,

missed the branding
ropes and vaccinations—
they wear the same look.

Not wild-eyed, but
about half-guilty,
half-sad they didn’t

RSVP. Still a chance
she’ll make the cowherd
like her mother.

 

BERMUDA BUTTERCUP

 

Bermuda Buttercup (Oxalis pes-caprae) - March 1, 2015

Oxalis pes-caprae – March 1, 2015

 

Non-native invasive,
clusters of yellow spill down
draws along the road.

 

SPRING DAWN 2015

 

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Just short of heaven,
dust and ashes come alive
to color hillsides.

 

 

WPC — “Reward”