Dusty Seas

Ron Koppelberger

Dusty Seas

Bruised bones and chapped hands, by the

Reins of an endless journey and a dollop

Of thirsty resolve, the parched amber glow of

Savannahs in tufted weed and sandy stone,

A mesa looking west, toward the edge of dusty seas

And the promise of a faraway copse,

Done in affections of

Mountain range and

Saffron plains.