Desert Duolaire

Cold desert sunset
Smokes burnt orange
Over frozen undulations
Of sand, rock, mountains,
And canyons.
Broken asphalt stretches
Before me into
Glowering darkness
My right foot kicks aside
Broken bottles and rusty cans
My left foot crushes
Old cardboard wheezing Made in Milwaukee
Three cars and a pickup truck sit wrecked in the ditch
They rust amid broken coils of
Barbed wired and skeletons of cows and deer
I weave north towards Polaris and not Sirius
I walk thru tumbleweeds
I dread the dawn
Darkness abides its demise
Birth is inevitable
Sigh
If only Ed Abbey was a woman

 

William Dudley Bass
Friday 18 March 2016
Seattle, Washington
U.S.A.
Cascadia

Copyright © 2016 by William Dudley Bass. All Rights Reserved until we Human beings establish Wise Stewardship of and for our Earth and Solarian Commons. Thank you.

 

 

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