1/21/11

Desert Sleep.

I dream I am
a pale saguaro.
Shedding needles
pierce a yellow rind
shriveling
at my ankles.
Her seeds,
stale and gaping
in a nest
of terra cotta.
I recall
waking up
in a desert bog
with sand beneath
my fingernails.
The morning
reeked of sleep
and lemonade. 

8 comments:

  1. Sand beneath..fingernails. Nice writing..bkm

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  2. I have been here. You in Tucson?

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  3. Beautiful. I love your blog and I love your words! Keep it up.<3

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  4. Wow, glad to have discovered your blog..Beautiful poetry written from the heart. Cool :)

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  5. This is so full of talent, great writing very unique feel to it.

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