Hey. Just posting to say that I will be … well, posting soon. The app keeps crashing so until I can actually access, finish off and post my draft, I’ll just leave you with this Western poem!
The burning sun, she blazes fiercely.
Scorching all it touches.
A genocide of crop; the roots decrepit.
The cotton shirts drenched in sweat.
Mountain trail, where does it lead?
Weaving like an adder through sun kissed lands
Towering canyons, a sunburnt Olympus.
The eagle’s home; the amber apex.