dawn painted this view
 with a crimson feathered brush
 shaped from god’s fingers
 

interrupted drive
 on solitary farm roads
 brings peace and worry
 

 fresh peaches save us,
 and hand picked Texas peanuts–
 bag reads: God bless you
 
 

 red dirt gets seeded
 turning desert land to food
 to feed our hot drive
 
 

 at last, a forest:
 lodgepole and endless lake
 to wash off the dust