Dry as hot
Dirt and grey-green
Sage surrounding my
Bike path through shallow hills
Made by ants and ground squirrels,
Wheels bumping over roots until
Suddenly pavement smooths the ride
And I’m tracing figure-eights around sage.
This old court
Like a cracked scab
Splotchy white lines still
Prickly Pear versus Sage Brush
Forget about former players,
Court now bleached and faded as their ghosts.
We are the only ones playing here now.
Shared on dVerse. Double Etheree poem structure.