Dirt Road

down a dirt road
a man falls to his knees
he lost his daughter
she floats on top of a tall tree
crisp bellow of morning

by the same dirt road women
rub their breasts on the
sacredness of certain trees
breezes ruffle the leaves
caught silver and gold
in morning’s sunrays weeping


Deborah Kerner lives and works in Ojai, California. She writes poems and paints. Recently a poem has appeared in Bluepepper. She is working on a book of her poems which she will also illustrate.