From the desert floor a

veil of mist rises from the

hardships of last night.

Everything moves in slow motion.

There are no winds to push

the sand to the next arroyo.

Cactus absorbs mornings

moisture. Creatures spread

their colors in search of

today’s menu. The sky beams

a bright blue not listed on any

paint charts. Yesterdays

footprints are just memories where

nothing lasts just lying around.

A truck passes on a nearby road.

The tires sing over blacktop.

A diner up ahead has coffee

and burnt toast. Men with hats

and well-worn gloves sit at the

counter. They eat quietly.



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