Musings from the Queen's Hill
Old writing. Found an old journal.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Previsto: antes del conocer al desierto
Dry heat stings and scorches
burns my bones
Buzzes like a live wired vulture.
Drinking sand, breathing dust
deflating rubber, beaten tire.
The desert wind
blistering lizards
aching to hide in
canyon shadows.
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