Canyon spring weather,

Lenticular clouds looming,

Promise of the storm.

Single highway cuts,

Through imposing landscape scenes,

Misty reflections.

Aincient rocks of red,

Striated layers of the past,

Find yourself at top.

Streetwear game on point:

From evil corporations.

It’s fire AF.

Increasing numbers,

Spreadsheets full of data sets:

Mining for emails.

Striving forward now,

For capitalistic goals,

So peace may be mine.

What place have we here?

Aincient bones sleep in the ground,

New stars will be home.

Mountains flint and stone,

Agless sentinels of time,

Guard of sky and world.

Dappling raindrop,

Companion through days of spring;

Tin roof symphonies.

Seeking nourishment,

Scrolling through the internet,

Disconnected food.