Wabi-Sabi

Dark desert pavement  
blackened red stones carrying
a certain wabi with it's worn,  
rich regal solitude  

Ten ringed creosote lives  
branches move as a thurifer
with censor her scents  
spread like a religion.  
 
Decomposing granite gracefully displaced by Iguanas agile climb.  
Creamy  
white leather skin  
with minute spots, match fallen seedlings that lie still, gathered within a cradle of dregs that wait for monsoon  
 
Rolling blow sand continues  
it's claim of an abandoned  
market crumbling pink stucco consumed  
Doors and windows long
 since removed  
yet the vintage attitude remains
as it shouts loudly over imposed crestfallen persuasion.  
 
Names, quotes, poetry lamentations of real life  
Speaking in utter silence  
from the past  
“Alice Loves Bobby Forever”, marked in blue, opposite  
 “Kilroy was here “  
Lives, scraps of history
on these walls a timeless  
escape where thoughts joined  
into a tapestry of calm solitude  
 
Train cars drape gently  
across the shoulders  
of the surrounding foothills
where an ancient watershed
 fades to rest in my heart.