Restlessly as 

Little water to a dangerous metal 

Fear of ridicule 

the night was loaded with fallen angels

They are like the work of an evil child 

But with shyness

Overloaded springs cry 

Fear of ridicule

dark early mornings swept clean of clouds

And the dying vestiges of a garden 

reluctance as the silence continued

One afternoon, against the fence 

His eyes sweep up the details

His lips scaly as snakeskin

I waited

It became more and more impossible

An old woman hungry to talk

Her voice rattled 

Terrified

She was afraid of this place

I waited

I felt I wouldn’t like to have the night catch me here

As the sun angled

Late afternoon changed everything 

It was so beautiful

I was caught, trapped in color

Clarity of the light

The descending sun 

The strange land scape shouted with color

Far from being frightful, was lovely

It was so beautiful

There was no moon 

Hear the excited crackle of the branches

In the night

Bad lands became good lands