The Sonoran desert.
Bleak and barren.
How could you house
So many musical creatures?
None of them sleep in
For the Friday night.
Grouchy from hangovers.
Plain brown birds
Like dowdy housewives
Chuckle, titter and
Whisper in the trees.

They gossip about us I think.


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 20, 2014