Distant wafts of smoke plaster a hazy horizon Gnarled juniper stud barren undergrowth like tufts of green hair on a balding head A cool, breezeless morning stretches across a vast gorge A thin filament of fog suspends above the rocky floor Like memories from a distant past Or a single experience in a vast future
Author: Nick Saba
I'm a writer who practices ultrasound. Poetry is my passion, and Irony is my best friend. On my free time I take pictures of people's organs to help radiologists make diagnoses.