seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Canada

seen from Philippines
seen from China
seen from China

seen from Singapore

seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia

seen from Singapore

seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from United States

seen from Australia
seen from China
seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from United States
seen from United States
USA 1982
ride
the sky is steel blue white grey the streetlights are off the headlights are on as trickles of light twist through the uprising towers
I glimpse three cylinders tops lost on the fog of their own making
mist lies heavy calming on the surface of the streets in grey grandma curls and a soft hiding roof
out the window pinpoints of human stars break dark and out past the harbor windmills half hidden turn
USA 1982
USA 1982
frost
There is white on the ground from the night. It glazes the leaves that fall turning them wet crisp it lies atop the plants green showing their age and it turns breath white and fingers red.
Cycle
life is sequestered away in holes in the ground and the trees the green will shift through all the colors of the fire and then drop feet will crunch through piles of treasure while noses will run the sky will hang grey and sit brooding over a changing earth the world turns