I hereby place the following poem in the public domain. (written October 31, 2005)

Nature bends its back
and the dry mouth
of a tall green cactus
spins a tornado of heat.

Time has turned around,
dripping past the sleeper.
Wasting away, wasting it may,
run away with the wind.

New sights of old
return to the fields.
Elderly earth gives birth
to a new season.

Covered with beauty,
it blinds the weak.
Undiscovered treasure
is this place.