Change of Clime
a rattlesnake half dust
employs itself
as a lounge chair.
a few jays wilt
on electric tethers.
no fusspot grackles
to gossip over the wires.
nothing blooms or flits.
plants beg for sauce.
heat whispers
but lizards have no ears.
above a crispy arroyo
rusty with pummeled cars,
a vulture mistakes itself
for a poisoned roach.
such absurd meekness--
meek as the eluvia
prostrate before foothills
of molting char.
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12/2/23 ... not a very accessible poem, some mods
10/1 "Clime" replaces "Climate"
9/25 massive changes
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