Organpipes (for Candletrees)
Jul 27, 2017 · 1 min read
Scorched earth
mellows with sunset,
hues and shadows
brought within bearing, cacti
a beckoning break
— a promise, Ahh,
breathed by mountains
to come: from
morning glory
and bluebonnet fields
where red stallion
runs free — Ah, but
what but candleflowers
could illumine these eyes,
burned and beset
with visions; drying
— assaulted once
too oft to cry —
with water salted
there, beneath —
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