Land of no Wadi

The field touched the road and you could
see the air full of gnats and grasshoppers
and wind. The air was hot and very dry. Road
dust rested on nameless weeds and
trees at the edge of the woods. Everything
smelled green
and brown. This time of
year, when it is cold and summer
far away, it is very hard to remember this. This
time of year, the past is a
millstone necklace and everything
else is the river bottom. Without revealing
too much, everything else
is the river bottom.