Trail Mix

What can be done with this

Melange of motives

The salty

Sweet

The mesquite

I have my favorites

But the unsavory

Tang

Sneaks into everything

Every taste

Every thought

Every deed

On the Fence

The sparrow rests

Aware of

Swelling

Blackening clouds

The Coke can flips from it's post

Perch

Spinning toward a shroud of

Eminent grass

Another gust will warn the

Clinging cricket

Who will leave the

Rail

In favor of the tented

Thicket

Even dust claims

On the wood will

Soon be washed into the

Ground

Nothing

Can stay on the fence when

Facing such a

Storm