Imperceptibly cooler here
the breeze a bit nervy
but nothing has changed
except the date
a sense of closing
distance but also
wonder–
the moon narrowing
a door reopening
is it any wonder
that signals
might get crossed?
.
Desert-bound
to sort it out
with arid skies
and flat nights
to measure against–
heat dampening ambition
where small flecked falcons
coast in draggy circles
beneath a pitiless sun
their shadows scripting out
something wholly
unintelligible–
.
and where I can
accept this
A fellow desert loving writer!
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Who could resist the desert? Or at least, what writer could? 🙂
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