Poem: Last Ride

This poem is from my chapbook, Cantabile of Whims.  My friend Jon Wing Lum liked this little collection.  He died recently.  He was a great man.

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Last Ride

a vole scrabbles

to unlock a cactus nest,

leans into the hush of owl talons,

seeing with a last glimpse

an earth-brown rattlesnake

swallow a blue egg;

and a moon that rears parched,

hissing over a pilgrimage

of tarantulas.

beyond gallows of racked joshuas

and tanblack capes,

somber mesas confer,

as close to a Great Judge

as doomed squeaks will ever get.

and farther away,

tawny as sand,

a dislocated cougar

slouching through the heat waves,

prowling their miles.

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