Dizain
Near the confluence of the Yakima And the mighty Columbia, the sun Is setting over the teeth of a saw Biting into the day soon to be done, And the night soon to begin, a rerun Of the night before and the day that dawned Before that, when, rising from bed, I yawned And pulled the curtain open in my room For a view of the parking lot and, beyond That, the future strange as an empty tomb.
Teeth of the saw.
Seen wide open , an arete
Snow top teeth
My jaws dropped
Moving in motion
Pan the horizon
Sun rises, sets must be
A mountain relief, awesome.
What a shift - from nature to …a yawning future..