129 Desert

Posted on January 22, 2016 by Ken Greenman

sand and rock melt.
shimmering apparitions.
liquid heat rising.
white sun glaring.
no shrub for shade.
no hope for one wet drop.
baking breeze burns.
sand grains sting.
scorpian fries itself.
i am cinder.
you are ash.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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