Desert stroll

desert stroll

Desert stroll

Hard desert.
The smell of chalk.
Crunching dust beneath my feet.
A white dry.
Sun through the magnifying glass of noon.
Saguaro cacti penetrate the big blue,
desert hard-ons,
prickly pear pricks at their feet.

A rusty barbed wire,
man-made thorns
in bed with
a spiked barrel cactus.

Mesquite trees
like flame trees
wide and frail
preyed upon by
vulture mistletoe.

Soft desert.
Silk-lipped purple flowers.
Yellow cactus fruit.
Balls of rabbit scat
scattered in the meager gray grass.
Birds the same mottled brown as the mountains
immune to desert quills.
Squirrels clambering for mates.
Gamble quail like desert unicorns
in a hurry to go nowhere.

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About createthedawn

Dawn’s calling is for her poetry to “light the gloomy corners of the world.” She facilitates writing workshops both online and face-to-face and is a dynamic speaker on inspiration, innovation, change, and healing. Dawn believes in the power of poetry to process, to focus, to align, and to find our way to happiness and fulfillment. Thus, her business and her blog are called: create the dawn.
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