Desert Highway And Mountains At Sunset, Death Valley National Park, California
Here is where the road begins
and where adolescence ends.
Here the weeds die, breathless and expired
and here the moon melts, a powdery grey
and here the sundog awakens from his rest
away from the sweltering cinnamon glow.
Where the mist sucks white
and the lit roads elongate and straighten
near the bulge where the maple tree dies
the road merges.
Resist the intersection of the lines
where adolescence ends,
and where the road begins.