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desert song

Posted to Poetry




in the mid-afternoon haze
the sun shines through the dust
in spires
above the buildings
that shade the streets between them.
and i've been on this bus
a victim of strange voices
all day long. my ears ache with lives
that are not my own.
when my life spills from my mouth
i hope someone's there to drink.
i am exhausted.