Thoughts

Life on the line
while old pilate
whispers in your ear,
Crickets crucified
on a table.

Life from life
and death from death.
Two dogs chasing
each other's tails.

Sand hot as lime
scorching pine and pate.
Burning lessons born to hear,
the first and last
was born a jew.

Dust and rain
live on the wind,
and nothing is high
as the morning sky.