DESERT SHORT CUT

falling knives

and unmarked graves

suspicious eyes

serpents and fire

cold scales, warm venom

on the desert floor

as day heat

fails to night cold

and folds of winds

usher in

cool flat air

like ankle deep water

and the pull of tides

you run for life

with busy feet

crossing to safety

on the other side


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s