tagNon-Erotic PoetryDesert Sunset

Desert Sunset

bytwelveoone©

Whoa, wobbly clouds in flames,
fit end to such as these days.
As I nurse a scorpion's sting

I feel the temperature drop quick
as old paint fades away into dreams
that only horses will dream.
Shuddering though fingers of clouds
I watch the stars spin away.

The tall saguaros stand in silhouette
in gross pirouettes
of surrender

How can I close my eye to this,
how can I put the cap back on?

To-morrow I will number the dead

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