Desertion

You turn to me
Smile
The wind blowing
and hair crazy

Expanse
of blue
and green
where the horizon meets

Wheat waving
and dead trees
poking up from the fround
like fence posts

The sun sets
fingers outstretched
until it sinks into the earth
Screaming - orange and red

Black arrives
and the beams
Crisscross on the road
before us

I turn to you and see
that you have disappeared - again
hiding in the shade
of the interior