the day after rain, a walk

music rises tinnily

from my back pocket

a conch blows

a bit up the mountainside

old Buddhist

I silence my phone

to another

and another sputtered blow

then crickets

scratch of my own feet

my dog leaps through cactus

pauses to chew grass

choke it up twice

the air wet-piñon sweet

after a day of partial sun

another dog up the way

barks the glow down

beneath a distant storm