Columns

Southwest winter 

snow rides the rafters 

as day comes down 

a shute of sun 

truth burns wearily 

in the fireplace 

an old man rises pensively 

seeking bearings in pinon 

and sage 

he frets sometimes 

a joker pulled from 

a random deck of memories 

wild one played in too many hands 

he falls back 

exhausted 

refers to the cold outside 

what can be saved 

along the red deck of sun 

shadows will find lengths 

of ground 

throughout the day 

between them snow will darken 

where its fallen