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

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

SunRise.

The sky is stained
with red, red ink.
The deep mask of night
flounders
and falls
to the blue face
of day.
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"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."

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