Sunday, October 20, 2013

Walking in the desert

When time is slow
the company good
you walk and talk
then laying down
on the outside couch
I smell the time of desert sand
opening my eyes
the mass of pinpricked stars
in my skies of blues
I name them Billie Holiday, Miss Ella and Aretha
in my darkest hues
eyes closed the reflection
of the sun in orange yellow glow
then in these silences 
tweets of birds
a far plane and someone’s plan
a car, a truck, a trick
and slight of hand
then swimming
in the desert glass and singing sand


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