Dust Storm

In the deep, quiet green of a summer afternoon
Comes the whip of a microburst monsoon,
Variations on a theme of cloud beings
Moving through the cerulean blues,
Revealing in their shapes more than eyes can absorb,
Flashing their lightening skeletons before us...

Below the blue held still in snapshot views
A layered haze of dust invades the skyline,
Blankets the periwinkle twilight hues
'Til the greys infest in barrels,
Turn the sky to grains of silt
In flight with bird accompaniment,
Spraying all the green with veils of grit,
A raging seethe of beige that shakes the brush
Like loose electric static...

The mountains loom beneath dirt,
The moon rises like an egg, nestled in brown gauze,
The rags of human trash turn savage as the flags,
All things veering sideways
Save the mighty cactus,
Which doesn't even bend.