Another Desert Poem
Posted: June 2nd, 2026, 2:52 am
It was wide open when I was young.
Then some of the roads closed.
Some hit fences, or ridges
with only star terrains beyond.
I wandered on a spinning rock
in a crowd of stars, a lump of iron
and silica, fickle moon in tow,
alone, like a Las Vegas gambler
at a table in a crowd.
Then some of the roads closed.
Some hit fences, or ridges
with only star terrains beyond.
I wandered on a spinning rock
in a crowd of stars, a lump of iron
and silica, fickle moon in tow,
alone, like a Las Vegas gambler
at a table in a crowd.