priapismic yucca
explode across the plains
leaning left and right and back
from the weight of winter’s wrath
hands in my hair
still unused to its short weight
i lean too, lean to, lean two
feet west of where i ought to be
and smile for you are with me,
crouching in the dust
squinting through the grass
my silent silver lion
stalking his next
best shot
©s rogers 25 july 2010
Nice. I felt like I should shield my eyes from the sun. That was the vision I got from your words.
YOU HAVE SUCH A GIFT WITH WORDS~
awww — thank you, sweet girl