Tuesday, August 28, 2007
the mirage
soft and pliant
ready to go
the stars were aligned,
the cards were stacked.
smiles and sunglasses,
scarf a blowin’
as the top moved back.
engine revving,
bags are packed.
The driver is missing
Breeze has stopped
Seems the car is stalled
The heat is stifling
Lollipop is all alone
Dusty desert doll
Scorpion scurries by
dry baby blues sweep
the horizon
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