Convergence Poem by Steven Federle

Convergence



restricted by this hard,
grey road
I speed past green scrub,

tenuous roots contending
with hot, graveled earth
for cool, deep waters.

Above the bleak plain I see,
steeply rising in folding
rock and rolling ridge,

shadowed mountains converge
into liquid
desert sky.

Convergence
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: desert,nature
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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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