The desert is a departing thief.

Black and white forming faint shadows

while breaking away an afternoon sun

into night.


Billboards stare back with origami eyes,

glaring with silver lights

onto roads running to the edge

of the earth.


Continuing with a deeper falling, we feel

upside down as if a herd of guitars were

chasing us.

We drive on with tailpipe smoke

and hub caps spinning off like steel drums

resting next to brush cactus

where tomorrow’s sun will consume everything

by fire.

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