don't know what to do with this

deep wells

of deep rivers

with muddy bottoms

and cotton

a

sooty past

running through

creekbeds and river sides

into concrete oasis

yet the sand stings feet

the blast of obliterated sound

the slapping of cheeks

the pounding of feet

the gnashing of teeth

the

and then,

a pause

uncrdeciiously

the page turns

and I see color