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