Back end of a Front, Rain Sideways straight at us, 70 mph winds, and still 110 degrees

The shore is different,

Tides not normal,

Variation erratic, But a change,

 

Coarse grain sand,

Pebbles of many hue,

Exposed in Ultraviolet,

 

A hazy sky,

Turns Red the Sun,

Dark smoke from the West,

 

Quality of light,

Has become different,

and somewhat cooler breeze,

 

Still the Blue Green,

Shimmers in Silver,

and Golden aqua light,

 

Thunderheads,

 in distant views,

But none in the Ditch,

 

All we get,

Is Clear Life Blood,

Flowing from the North,

 

But She serves us well,

This Quiet Lady,

This River,

 

The Queen of the West,

Giver of Life,

Life amidst Desolation,

 

A place to call home,

Not the easiest ,

But it will do,

 

*Pretty Cool place to live if you can get the rhythm of life here,

But it’s still Hell.

 

Editor’s note: this piece was submitted before Yusef’s cross-country relocation.