Turner Wyatt
Red Sun
i was running through the desert at dusk
a gravel trail leading my way
i tried to devour the bulbous hills with eyes
but the red sun was too bright
and my plunging foot hit a stone mid stride
i tripped, as i have so many times
and fell towards the wise path
towards the earth
but when i reached the surface
my chin splitting the ground
i fell right through
as if into water
upwards like air bubbles
edges red from the sunset–
the best part of every day