Sage is not purple, but rather
Dark stemmed bouquets of blue/green and grey
Scattered higgledy-piggledy like dirty broccoli
Across brindled vistas
Paisley vegetation clinging to landscape
Season-worn with foot traffic of aridity.
White, false promise clouds with flat black bottoms leak virga
Racing unseen winds visible as faith
Swirling psychedelic shapes across prairie potholes
Framing itinerant coots as flotsam in dissolved water
Echoed in flapping fence-snared plastic bag totems
Prayer flags to material spirits.
Cattails stand akimbo as abandoned drum majors
Long gossamer dust trails march parallel to fence line
Gravel roads ricocheting pinballs in wheel wells
Right turn off pavement toward infinity.