Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Salvador Desert IX - Encroachment

The sun begins
it's high dive
flushing everything
with rust. The moon's
been peaking down
waiting for it's time
to dominate the ground
with an incandescent fist.
Silver shaded blues
seep from nowhere calling
shadows to flirt with me.
Dim the tree glows,
embellished with a crawling
skin in the jealous
traded winds. I lay
in the lowest canopy;
the strain threatens me
and coldness buries me alive.

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