Presently I’m sitting in an extremely noisy restaurant in Evanston, Wyoming that’s situated next to a motel that has WiFi. Just stopped to have a salad and type in a haiku I journaled last night, a few miles east of Winnemucca, Nevada.

Nevada Sunset

This poem has been published in my book an inkling hope: select poems, available in Kindle and paperback formats. Out of consideration for those who have purchased a copy, I have removed it from this post and online viewing in general.

I might have taken a picture of the scene that inspired this haiku, but I was distracted by some teenagers, who appeared seemingly out of thin air, and began peeling donuts in the off ramp intersection I was pulled off at, hoot’n and howl’n all the while. I thought I was in the middle of the desert, but I guess next to a major interstate you’re never really quite in the middle of nowhere. Once I get to Rock Springs, Wyoming, I’ll leave the interstate and wend forth on the long black strip toward Wyoming’s northeast corner, which is truly the middle of nowhere. I like nowheres.