Furnace Creek Phenomena

Your face is a ceramic tiled roof.
You think I don’t see water roll off you.

Some days, your hands and feet hang limply
From the windows of your limbs.

You walk over stones placed by no hands.
Your car, with wheels for feet, aches for grass.

in response to Les Barta’s photoconstruction, exhibited at the CACE Gallery of Fine Art in Spring 2015:
Furnace Creek Phenomena

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