Red Dust. Then
April 29, 2015
“Vee Ah Kahn Dee Yohss”,
A waif, an infant waved me.
All from god’s dirt. All dutiful.
That desert land was flat as a cracker.
That red dust rode up buzzard wings.
As a severe sun must settle on everything,
We must see the dust as a fact, there.
As it happened my path was hard.
As it had been.
An innocent blessing to know,some, from that nino.
I needed to remember, and heed, then.
Now, & then.
.image by Herr Gerhard Richter