uma vista, uma idea

bending grasses in the wind
a bumpy dirt road, dust

yellow sundial flowers peek
their niche in terra verde

streaking clouds change
mutate white to pewter

arbols loom against the sky
ancient floating pinohs

cavalos graze undisturbed
upon curves of green, gold

cattle call in unison
whip cracks in the humid air

water falls from cliffs and sky
drifts into the depths of a gorge

trees grow up into lumber
and children into workers

rustic chimneys leak smoke
heating, cooking, burning

a boy and a toy are content
if only for this moment

vaca piciniño escapes
wanting more than a herd

a horse sweeps its tail
against soft grey hide

corn, palms, fejos, bananas
orange, red, pink, azul

brick and madera casas
corrugated tin, plastic

crops are squares of line
our lives seem to be spirals