poem of the day April 17 

On a western highway

racing neck to neck 

see-sawing a freight train

as we both travel together

over big wide open spaces

The flat dry parched desert seems lifeless

except for balls of tumbleweed

and a few foraging cows

Dust on the horizon makes 

the far off mountains appear surreal

like a Okeefe landscape

Where once in a while a dust devil

twirls to life to paint the moment