
Face-off with the sun
in the middle of nowhere,
one tree stands its ground.

Face-off with the sun
in the middle of nowhere,
one tree stands its ground.

Outlining mine eyes,
wiping away streaming tears:
chilli-chopped fingers.

Tidal commander
smiles at me from miles away;
half-moon spectacle.

Lifeblood running out—
the river as dry as bone;
hypoxic city.