( A jogger runs into the sunset along High Drive. S-R Archive photo by Christopher Anderson. )

When you move away,
you see how much depends
on the pace of the days—how much
depended on the haze we waded through
each summer, visible heat, wavy and discursive
as the lazy track of the snake in the dusty road. — Ellen Bryant Voigt, excerpt from Landscape, Dense with Trees , found at Poetry Foundation.

We’re open for opinions, dusty, wavy, discursive.