clay

Clay

Deep shades abound here, are earth-stained.

The road’s slate hue is lightened by a layer of clay

which creeps beyond the boundary of the shoulder

and spills out onto the sweltering highway.

I keep a disinterested eye there as it rushes by,

the better of my focus being drawn to the dash

where her feet lay bare,

crossed, pious and restful,

and dusted tan with the road’s kisses.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s