SHARK REEF

Southwest red rocks-
golden in sunlight,
in moonlight, black

Halfway between sea
and sheep, in a place
of solace, he considers
the cost of choice. How
choosing might leave

In the spaces
where
dust gathers,
we find
offerings
of sacred debris—

From pelvis to
lifted neck,
a graceful curve.
No limbs or skull.

When Dylan first asked “When
will we ever learn,” I thought
we would. I believed Kennedy
when he told me I could make
a difference. And I saw
Martin Luther King’s dream.