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

Sunday, October 10, 2010

A Grin.

He grinned
a staggered grin.
Thoughts and tremors
left unsaid.
But they show--
plain as day,
dank as night--
in half hidden
teeth.
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"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."

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