The red rock
This sunburned country
It touches my soul
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So too does Nature
Carve and weather
Heave and crumble
Building castles
Made of stone
There was a little breeze, a few roofed camping platforms, so we parked ourselves beneath one while the ’79 Holden Gemini baked out in the sun.
In many ways
We give more reverence
To the dead
Than the living
Waving goodbye to Patime, who sold baskets, Zuhra aimlessly made her way across the street, being careful to take in all the sights of the nearly closed marketplace before innocently stopping outside Tahir’s shop.
Some get the blues
They can’t condone
The forest stripped
To barest bone
Like today, in this dry desert heat
With only the apples from yesterday
A can of baked beans, for a campfire dinner
And tomorrow morning’s apple-cinnamon oatmeal