Silly Poem

I received another postcard from the poet Derek J. Rhodes recently. The postmark indicates he sent it from a town in Nevada, just twenty miles from California. I've been there and the town doesn't have much going for it except a hole-in-the-wall, called The Horny Toad Saloon, with a grandmother for a bartender who drinks shooters of Tabasco to keep herself regular.

On the reverse side of the photo of a sunset over the Sierra-Nevada Mountain, Rhodes scribbled the following poem:

Oh, witch's broom, take me higher
and burn brightest of all tinder
in the heretic's fire