The rain soaked highway flashes slow

The rain soaked highway flashes slow
Between the booth and the mountain
Listening to the sound of men talk

It waits for its own death
The lungs of the mountain
Arched over the sky

The dimpled foothills
Mine tailings in a previous age
Recall the giants who shoveled them
As berms along the pit
The abyss long since reclaimed
And covered with saguaro

Robin Wyatt Dunn was born in Wyoming in 1979. You can read more of his work at www.robindunn.com. Read other articles by Robin.