Turkey in a Mesquite Tree near the Tanque Verde Wash on a Cloudy Day — Image by kenne
Vulture at the Wash
In the mesquite,
a vulture waits above the wash—
morning barely warmed.
A jogger passes,
dust rising around his shoes.
The bird doesn’t move.
Only when the sun
slides one degree higher
does it open its wings,
slow, deliberate—
as if remembering
why it came here at all.
Then it lifts,
a shadow folding
into bright desert air.
— kenne
