A casino shot
a man in Reno
full of quarters
just to watch his divorce.
A shy sun has never
met this baked land,
four hundred degrees
of hard basin
as great as it needs to be.
Sierra curious Nevada
prickling rose
snow trenchant thorns
cactus as a magpie
considering long lost rattlesnake
a collective meal.
The green sheens under
over watered ditches
lawning while the cars yawn
and offer a methane dial
for the wheel to spin.
Glean another road
from the hillside,
house it and hose it
and let the wild
fire itself out
until the fall falls
into another creek
another crack
at the American silver
dollar dream.