I find your sketchbook
Discarded in the corner
It is Sunday it is Winter
I open it
Standing tall
A charcoal cactus
Cutting shade from sun
In a bowl of cliffs
Flat desert expanse
Mojave, Sonoran
Bright Light
Places you have never been
Yet see the shadow
Cast around
Shimmer and shadow
Silent, expectant heat
The suspense of high noon
This mirage
Your thirsty dream
Your whole future
Shimmering before you
Is beautiful
Beautiful like a dream
Like a life
Shimmer and shadow
You see all this
Cool shade
In overhangs
The long shadow
Stretching before you
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