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.
Cadence Collective: Long Beach Poets 
Lovely, evocative….