Friday, March 20, 2026

Jack G Bowman

Dog Days of March


Sun beams down, heat releases the scent from a thousand desert plants

ends early hibernations

people come out to watch the vast array of sunset colors

waves of 90 degree distortion

dry the eyes

ears hear the distant rattle of lizards

in the brush searching for the days offerings

and a man sits watches the hawk circle above its prey.



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