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,
prickly pear pricks at their feet.
A rusty barbed wire,
in bed with
a spiked barrel cactus.
like flame trees
wide and frail
preyed upon by
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.