A Day in The Brush

A day in the brush
A day in the brush

A Day in The Brush


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




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




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


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

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 seven collections of poetry and plans for more. I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family. 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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