Poetry / Uncategorized / West

In the Desert

Wind picks up

swirls the fine-grained sand

that seeps through long days

hourglass mode

outside the boundaries

of a busy world

life crawls under

a blistering sun

the drums of isolation

beating time with the breeze

blazing sunsets shine over

craggy faced rocks

thirst that needs quenching

and in the middle

of this silent-filled sand mirage

as the evening sun casts low

and the desert color

breathes new color into the soul

a lizard pauses

to consider us

nobody around

for miles and miles

as my scarf blows

through the wind

like a wilted movie star

and we go waltzing

through the cactus

oblivious to harsh reality

or the sweltering heat…

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17 thoughts on “In the Desert

  1. Beautiful and lovely imagery. I was about to say your love of deserts comes across very strongly when I just saw your comment above. I love
    ‘as my scarf blows

    through the wind

    like a wilted movie star’.

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