Eating Wild Carrots with My Brothers on the Mesa
cicada wane
water and sun race every infinite evening
fall exists for the dock root to oxalate
each roof of every mouth
each winter with its obsessed wind
each spring that sees storm after storm
each wild that wilds
pasqueflowers open their palms to straight rain
Originally published in The Rumpus, 2020.Copyright © 2020 by Jake Skeets. Used with the permission of the poet.