"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Smoking Stars.

The smoke
melded with the sky
all speckled with stars.
I was peering through,
squinting my eyes
until I realized
I could no longer
see stars.

- - -

Inspired by the great outdoors and a campfire.


  1. Hey Juice Box,
    I like your poems.
    They sit well,
    like a cold beer,
    like an old friend,
    like a good night sleep.

    Don't stop blogging.


  2. Has a Zen quality to it. Short, to-the-point, meaningful.


"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."