Pockets of lush blades
dot bleached Sacramento
Cocooned in an
air-conditioned capsule
we bus west.
Pine trees spike the mountains
stretch skyward, implore sun-god
to shift its rays.
Grey boulders, scrubs tucked in cleavages,
gather like buxom women
at a forum.
The stunning landscape snares my thoughts
until barren mountain-spread and parched land
sap my fertile daydream.
Khaki houses crouching
on sandy earth
creep onto the horizon.
A distant wild fire
races at the whim
of hot desert winds.
A grey sky-scraper
looms out of
the smoky sky.
shrugs off the threat
of the faraway inferno.
Swallowed by a maze of buildings
we lose ourselves in the sanctuary
of one-armed bandits.
© Althea Romeo-Mark 2007
Published in Jigsaw: Writers’ Works’ Bern
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