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

Saturday, March 24, 2012

A California Sun.

A californian sun
beats down
scorches skin
but the palm trees
seem to like it.
They sway
back and forth
on gangly haunches
with palm frond fingers
for that
flaming sphere
of glorified
california sun.


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