Antonymity in Thousand Palms Canyon
Claim this place an oasis? Generous.
Yes, there are palms huddled at their office
shading nonzero creatures venomous,
resting on sand the parts of them softest.
But now they lather with such confusion.
“Dull uprights, don’t they know how heat can freeze?
The liquid here is the sole contusion
on our radial of porcelain knees!”
Misinterpretation — who’s here for good
in this calm, pliant Edenic ripoff?
I planted my tripod, screwed the lens hood,
framed their home with a click of my Linhof.
Not just, my shutter; raucous are these hills.
The deserted sun fangs its slow noon chills…