Thick layers of smoke

pretend to be dark rain clouds

smelling trees burning

Into differences

she plunges to see more truths

juxtaposed her own

They want believers

in what they believe is true

those who don’t are shamed

Black crow swoops downward

180 degrees

and up to her mate

Riding out heat waves

flesh transforms to take the hell

through bitches and moans

After a long chill

the slap of sunshine’s wrath strikes

just one step outside

Driving into moon

rising large like an orange  chunk

slightly waned from full

Dripping of dry sand

in seas of burnt sienna

scorching  sun dips west

Knowing the moon’s full

without bothering to look

because she feels it

Mod mauling of man

wild cats and bears are evil

yet cars are worshiped