The Desert

 

Blazing against the hot horizon 
the sun floats and splatters 
the desertscape as if it were created

by a painter's pastel pallet. Deserts

at sunset sing in flames.
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The road is well worn, and solitary.

Wind swept, unrelentingly ready

as if it were about to combust. The site

will not be totally empty ever.


The need to move becomes the practice

of slithering or crawling. Watch the sun rise,

as brilliant and hot as it's departure. Sand looks
like a mirage of water, sparse shrubs  
afloat on the tides of a rough cut landscape.

Heat is the only relief possible. 
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allets

11-21-14
550p

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

Never saw the desert, but after reading the Dune trilogy, I feel like I have walked there. - slc

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