Inspired by a road trip from California to Colorado, these are some haiku from the post-apocalyptic environs of the American west. Even though these lands have become savage, dangerous, and civilization as we know it has been destroyed, there is still beauty here.
This is the second of four installments. The first was last Friday, and the next two will be on Wednesday and Friday.
Rain like fists, meets salt.
Wheels are set aside for sails.
A sea of bandits.
Crashing waves subside
No ripples on the mirror
But the distant barge.
Whale-frogs burp hello.
Finding love in briny mud
Ere the dry slumber.
The sun bakes the sea
Stranding unwise travelers.
The pirates’ bounty.
