Villanelle № 123939
Crossing the Mojave
He walks tattered terrain that crosses Mojave
As I pass and splash him with invisible tide
Washing him with time to talk to Agave.
Walking hot summits is certainly no hobby,
As voices crackle from deep inside,
Hearing tattered terrain that crosses Mojave.
Cold are the firebirds that he is robbing,
Though he cannot see them through dreary dry eyes
Still he sees time to talk with agave.
Shoe leather soul, through scrub brush he slovenly
treks-- I head for a pullout when I decide
to watch sand storming man cross the Mojave.
Las Cruces New Mexico, end of the Mojave.
Part of me wishes I were him I confide,
To have the time to talk with agave.
Now I see him the King Salmon; I the crappie
garnering nothing but his dark ghostly guide.
He walks tattered terrain that crosses Mojave,
Still he has time to talk with agave.
8 comments
driving that road,
shoe leather soul
Part of me wishes
to walk alongside
talk with agave
cross the Majave
with a dark ghostly guide
Be blessed by the angels of seven.
2. He talkw with agave because he's NUTSO ! Like me.
And K. The seven is quite generous. 10-Q
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