Driving west on a high desert highway,
Ranch land stretching to the distant hills,
I passed, on my right, a small family
Pulled over and smiling for a picture.
Against the golden grass and knuckled trees,
The young couple held a young child,
And hope, aloft for a selfie worth 1000 likes.
Alone, on the left, just back from the road,
A slumped cross, gilded in faded silk flowers,
Looked on, nostalgic, rustling in the breeze.
-T. Weeks
Life Immense 