In the Desert, Where Dreams Go to Die

Michael Skinner
spring blossoms

fencing in the desert

holding back the sand

in the grassy wilderness

a 100 year old shack

and fence posts with no barbed wire between

just waiting for nature to take it back in about a 1000 more years

things are slow and dry out here even death and decay

prickly poppies in the desert sun

in the desert where dreams go to die

a used to be mobile something with it's paint chipped, scratched, pitted an faded

slowing rusting in the setting sun

the dented shell of an old rambler,

a false light in it's interior as though it were inhabited by someone going somewhere

some where under a desert moon

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Angel Fire

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Dusk Like a Dying Mirror

Published by Michael Skinner

I am a traveling poet and digital artist.  View profile

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  • Tony Payne3/4/2010

    Good one.

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