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.