Cream and Red striations
wind along the wall
In places dirt obscures them
still I heed their call
to follow twisting passages
unending canyon hall—
Yet parched map lines waver
heat bends and turns the air
here I am left breathless
and thirsty in my stare.
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 4:39 AM UTC
Cream and Red striations
wind along the wall
In places dirt obscures them
still I heed their call
to follow twisting passages
unending canyon hall—
Yet parched map lines waver
heat bends and turns the air
here I am left breathless
and thirsty in my stare.
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