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Kathleen Myra Colby
Poems
Jan 2011
Desert Write
I came here to die
or write the truth
They left me behind
the car with no roof
I have little water
my throat so dry
Pen and pencil
can't sketch this sky
There is no sky here
only a white sheet
I smell summer linen
a snake at my feet
It's all curled up and
looking dead
All but its poisonous
little head
Red tongue flicks out
i feel the sting
Finally able to sit
and write this thing
Waves of heat rise
before my eyes
I'm going blind
before i die
Now this thing will
not get written
The desert got me
and i am smitten
kmc@2011 just a ditty with a buried truth
Written by
Kathleen Myra Colby
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