Their Desire Naked

Dark spots on the slates;
Heavy gray lowering clouds;
Still, there is brightness.

Coiled and slithering,
Still as a taut rattlesnake:
Dirty snow dragon.












Suspended and still,
Gray clouds hang above the trees
Waiting to unload.

Next to garbage bin
Lies a shiny gold beer can;
Too good to be thrown.









How they reach upward:
Fall's silhouetted branches;
Their desire naked.

How brown the woods are;
Just one carpet of dead leaves
Extends forever.

Murmur of voices
Breaks through the heavy still air.
They're bringing out trash.

Loud hollow gunshot
Explodes in the morning air.
Is something wounded?

Shadows are muted,
Captured in trees and boulders
Deeper and darker.