Broken Lands

There is a broken land where mountain ranges rise like angry tidal waves in turbulent, slow-motion seas, senselessly wrestling in convection.

Occasionally, countless battalions of clouds march briskly right to left without leaving a drop of water, all saved for a brutal assault on a faraway fire.

adapt or die–that is all that can be said.

Broken animals and plants living in uneven symbiosis.

and above; thrown into the wind, birds fly incorrectly and confused
and tumble from the sky in mid-breath.

tiny fish in the broken river’s warm water quietly dance an intricately choreographed ballet.

Trees are not trees . . .
and the rabbit is not in charge as he would have you believe.
remember that.

Bragging coyotes arrogantly bark and yap after a kill
Then they eat.