Hamada By black-radish The heat yells at me screaming bright red noise nowhere to hide from this scorching pain A Lady of the Lake whispers soft, soothing Indulging in her voice calming stream of words It's over, they left High above me I see them circle _________________________________________________________________ Afternoon the Phoenix Flew By Nobeler Than Lettuce In the bright days sun, over glaring land carpeted with sand. The phoenix flew. Then at least we knew that we would live. And the model builder's water drove him wild. And his glasses broke up and built a fire. And if you look right on the inside of his palms you'll see inch long gashes that had come from the struts that he had held on just to live, while careening through the air just like we did. Our metal birds do split the sky like it was prophesied. And paper wings, boys with strings. A wind blows mildly.