indigo eye
cycloptic, myopic
as bloodshot veins collide in the center
of the heroine roadways
casting distance.....into distance
where summer green grasses smother rolling hills
giving way to plains of grain
swaying in the dry air
like 10,000 serpents
slithering in unison

Voices stem and argue
amidst a chorus of summer blues
until tongues collide, twist and
lock
in a passion
melting
in the well of a pen
that lies arthritic
on the desk in the den