November 4th 2010 : The Musical Dunes of Baker California

In quiet pause one can hear the musical dunes of Baker California
which encircle the rotting gas stations and piles of rusting automotives.
The hum of transient pools in Death valley and the wind chiming songs of wild flowers which scatter the highway.
The echoing piano concerto that levels itself lower and lower down the Grand Canyon and the banshee trill in Douglas fir treetops.
The swoonful love ballads of African violets.
The white noise of dying autumn leaves.
The sound of her long red hair is like the bowing of a cello.
His smile is like sudden raindrops tapping a tin shed.