In the Desert, where Dreams go to Die
spring blossoms
fencing in the desert
holding back the sand
in the grassy wilderness
a 100 year old shack
and fence posts with no barbed wire between
just waiting for nature to take it back in about a 1000 more years
things are slow and dry out here even death and decay
prickly poppies in the desert sun
in the desert where dreams go to die
a used to be mobile something with it’s paint chipped, scratched, pitted an faded
slowing rusting in the setting sun
the dented shell of an old rambler,
a false light in it’s interior as though it were inhabited by someone going somewhere
some where on a desert moon
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