Thirteen Ways of the Desert

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Poetry on the run

I

The desert is painted

ocher, turquoise and white

in the right kind of light.

 

II

In the desert there are times

when the only sound

is the hollow wind.

 

III

In the desert

the heat of day

vies for your allegiance

with the cold of night.

 

IV

What you see in the desert

is sometimes a reflection

of what you believe.

 

V

What you believe in the desert

is sometimes what becomes real.

 

VI

In the desert there are ghost flowers,

barren cousins to the blazing star.

You must follow the bees

to know the difference.

 

VII

Flowers are surrounded by needles,

the desert protects its own.

 

VIII

There are reservations in the desert,

places where the mind can go

when pain is unbearable.

 

IX

Though the desert is harsh

sand is a soft bed

perfect for bleaching bones.

  

X

Desert…

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