Sometimes a desert

a dirt road

off the highway

a carpet of sand

lifeless weeds

twisted barbwire

arroyos, tumble weeds

and road signs shot to death


wishing for something new

doesn’t exist here

no prayers or supplications

on this level ground

of desperate and forgotten


speak of this place

with respect

its revenge will

distract your compass

and swallow your thirst


stand on its border

and admire

the challenge untaken








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