Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Bloody Arizona

Rainless blues,
Red mourning sun
Of 13 rays.

A copper star
Above  dead dreams,
And shattered liberty.

Saguaro blooms
From pointed barbs
In powdered haze.

The cactus wren
Flies east to break the news.
Conjured by at

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