weeks become months. I become non sequitur,
at least to what I think you thought;
how to add texture to our plateau event
is a challenge, but more likely rhetorical;
you are enigma in silence, your history upended.
I'm the book without a cover,
title left to your imagination. but do you read?
I do. I do and don't always approve
Poem © 2013 Rick Burnett Baker
Photo © 2013 Rick Burnett Baker