Polarized

No
is a trimmed tree
groomed grass
and smooth round rocks
choreographed through shadows and sunlight
so the errant eye can rest
where they may not.

No
is a deep breath
to fuel questing thoughts
that birth a flood of words
crashing against the levees built by time
slowly chipping away
what years could not.

No
is a thin line
then many
a stroke of color
careful cut stone
the complexities of life expressed
when words will not.

No
is a new way to know
what no one knew
or could have known
before they were shown.

No
is an excuse to say yes.

Middle of Nowhere

Solemn shadows
languish about
in the heat of a stale sun.
The world stretched out like taffy
yawning at the end of day.

Rust caked memories
cover everything the eye sees
red cataracts
over golden iris’
[keeping secrets]

A lone desolate road
lays against the earth
like an abandoned parade float
absent the anticipation of its creators
the pomp of its apogee.

No one is there to hear
the road signs speak,
every mile or so,
reminding would be travelers
where they have been-
where they go.