Face in the painting

a face in the painting,

or only an illusion,

or a happy accident,

or maybe just something the artist only sees.

the painting beautiful,

in an uncomfortable way.

 

River

river run,

hidden in the depths of the Sand Hills,

known to only a few lucky souls.

blessed to live along its banks,

remembering the beauty in bygone days.

 

the Oasis

The Oasis

the hills of sand, quiet,

the breeze whispering through the long prairie grass,

cattle graze in the afternoon sun,

the windmill pumping water from the ancient underground,

the world seems right,

so beautiful and pure,

an oasis, from the fallen world outside these hills,

beyond the fences of barbed wire,

and the vacant highways of rural Nebraska.

 

Geometry

Geometry


jets traveling at a rapid rate of speed,
east to west,
parallel,
making lines across the sky,
never intersecting,
infinite,
over this fly-over land,
parallel lives into infinity,
not intersecting,
but the people,
and their lives,
parallel and apart,
the geometry perfect.