Salt Lake Sonnet
Basalt rocks, gnats, red sea, plankton, skin fried.
Holy Water cafe: where blondes eat sweets.
Extinction all in CAPS. All signified.
Hot Dome; salt dust. Canada’s forest heats.
Bible landscape. A geologist shows me
some Quartzite rock—my name—also in vain.
What is worth saving now; the sand, seas,
Spiral Jetty & other weathervanes.
Geologic time? Yet we still decay:
Oil pipelines mock parks; ski lifts snark Nature
Smoke; 100 degrees! More *sad face* days.
Without words, we exhaust nomenclature.
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