Stop signs with bullet holes and a

broken billboard oversee a wide intersection

where the desert has no friends.  Roadside trash lay

mangled under scrub brush.  Rain has no

business here.  Insects run safely across

the road; shade belongs someplace else.

Lightening scrapes a distant mountain top.

Sheets of blue rain find someplace else

to bless.  A black Cadillac runs the stop sign.

The sound of life lasts just a few seconds.


It’s a place everyone walks away from.


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