Desert Vision
Making journeys of distant sand and
Embryonic hold, a galloping desert vision
In velvet manes and chapped saddle sought.
By the dry gulp of ancient sips in dust and
Tender tears, the desolate rider borne by the same
Breath of quest and cause, by the need
For western horizons and
Desert blooms.
Carnivals in Rust
Unshaken by the wheels of revolving metal and quaky rainbow
Light, a thrill in thrall and a scream of joyous
Event, by popcorn scents and greasy gears
In shifting conspiracy with the clang and clamor
Of childhood dreams, of clowns in Vaseline and paint, by the
Light of crescent moons and sodium lamps, by sooth and
The wonders of drama, the realm of carnies and
Ponies in galloping dusty row, by cotton candy cheeks
And carnivals in rust.
"My World" (by the author, October 2010) |