Saturday, March 14, 2009

And, So

She wandered a desert for seven
days with only dervish of sun devils
to tempt her tender skin
to darker hues.

Whorling sands could not quell
her restless pace through dusty weeds.
Red toenails had never suited
her pale footsteps.

They say a desert sets cold;
winter broken into tragic heart-scapes
the fierce sun blinked bloodshot
closed over and was gone.

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