A Day in The Brush

A day in the brush
A day in the brush

A Day in The Brush

1.

Polished broken ends

of blue glass of ancient times

next to sun bleached bones

partially buried in earth

where the red ants built a mound

 

Soft earth and hard earth

one gives under my great weight

the other sturdy

holds shadows of a footprint

under blossoming yellow

 

To walk through the bush

afternoon falls upon this day

where snakes hide in shade

Cicada’s sit in silence

for a moment no movement

 

Do animals mourn

the days without the plastics

destructive footprints

near empty candy wrappers

fast food soda lids and straws

 

A still life in sun

surface creature parasites

a day in the brush

along with low insect hum

heard through a barbarous heat

 

2.

 

The shade of foothills

similar goal in footsteps

beside Rabbitbrush

or dry seedlings who perish

as husks one inch from the ground

 

Hands block sun from eyes

thoughts wander around the globe

residents of Earth

how many of you have spent

time in knee deep dying brush

 

Places of caked earth

cracks on dry sleeping playa

to find child again

a fragile yet resilient

bloom from a desert flower

 

Sit to cover sight

with broken edges of Sage

and thumb branched bushes

try to close ones eyes in heat

meditation with Earth’s hum

 

Not a place to rest

strive to stand back up and try

walk to the one tree

miles to lone gnarled Pinion Pine

some shade in the afternoon

 

3.

 

Brought a book to read

a torn copy of “Thoreau”

there is no pond here

these words are the missing piece

this puzzled path to the pine

 

Step over barbed wire

out of place rusted fence line

agricultural

reminder of the life stock

that roamed this land for lifetimes

 

Drink near large boulder

must conserve every last drop

contemplate amount

calculate every footstep

think about how to move on

 

Decide to give up

the trek to the Pinion Pine

perform a U-turn

to head home before night fall

to return to a normal

 

Polished broken ends

of blue glass of ancient times

next to sun bleached bones

partially buried in earth

where the red ants built a mound

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Jamie Lee Hamann

Things have changed over the years. My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I started writing for TCE around 2015 and since then I have finished two collections of poetry "Six Years of Service" and "The Rhyme of the Ancient Middle Class" both available on Amazon and plans for more. I share a weekly poem for TCE every Saturday. I started work on my first novel and I am using TCE to share my progress as I go. I share new excerpts of this work every weekend. A Science Fiction novel that I hope is enjoyable to read. I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family. I am excited to share my poetry and my writing. If you desire to find my other work on the internet feel free to stop by my website simplepoetics.weebly.com. The website offers articles on poetry, poems, and links to all my other writing.

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