The Jacaranda

By RD Armstrong

Jacaranda’s lilac blush
Sultry under a gray
Watercolor sky

Four crows in a broken vee
One riding shotgun
Cut diagonally through
The late-morning sky

In the oil field wasteland
Marsh grass bows
Away from sheets of rain
A rusty crane
Contemplates its
Wrinkled reflection

Fickle storm blunders
Through town while
Dreamers wander
An imaginary landscape

Lights flicker on then off
Stucco shields
Glass reveals
A wild heart calls
The world turns
As if to look

It’s spring
And the search
Continues.