Rollover to Zoom
I've run until my breath has gone away
the rising winds disturb the forbidding sands
the cacti rustle with the close of day,
their blackened forms in all directions stand.
My eyes are dazed from the shimmering heat,
the lemon-gusts of sage dry out my nose
I look around as evening, like a sheet
of darkened blue, to moonless blackness grows.
A windless rustle eerily crawls away
against horizons always past my sight...
I can't be sure now--what has come my way
could be the wind--or something from the night--
And as the darkness chills my sun-burned skin,
I sense the desert slowly closing in.
|Publication Date||November 10, 2004|
|Primary Category||Poetry/American - General|