Spring Caprice

clouds in mccall

the air holds its breath,

expectant, clouds press earthward,

birthing waggish wind


Hot Wind Blowing Over Lake Powell

We lay in our bunks,
lined up and layered
like bananas
in a fruit dryer.

insects hummed
and waves broke
against the hull.

my body was still
as a corpse
while the sirocco
breathed hellfire
into my skull
and vaporized
my blood and sweat.

(Special thanks to Reid Stott for letting me use his photo “Storm over Lake Powell.” His photo site is http://photodude.com)