Tina Carlson is a psychiatric nurse practitioner and mom of a teenage daughter. She is currently waiting for some owlets to hatch in a tree in her work parking lot and hoping for rain in New Mexico.
1.
The summer has been shattering.
Too much pressure and heat
change the nature of stone.
For this, we walk a dry path
under the spiraled flight of two eagles
disappearing into blue.
2.
The lightness of letting go is good to sink into.
Golden and afloat, leaves drift, sonorous
in their descent. We pass ancient villages,
small mounds along the stony path. Peaks
blue in the distance, shimmer under snow...
20. May 2013
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