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Desert Walk
I wander down the dusty road, breathing in the morning air,
The Sun has not shown its unrelenting face-
The paling moon dominates the empyrean.
My mind is nowhere, and yet everywhere,
For no worries plague my head and I have become part of the buzzing Nature.
A mourning dove calls out, breaking the roaring silence
It coos the relaxing tune I have heard my whole life,
From living in the desert.
A few more of the brown birds blend their songs,
And my Soul is at peace, taking in the simple pleasure.
A coyote stares me down from deep in the brush,
Its amber eyes watching each step I take.
Its wild heart is uncertain, but it is fairly sure it can trust me,
So I wander peacefully down the dusty road,
Maintaining the fluttering faith.
The sun begins to rise, and for a moment,
My heart groans with dread, for soon the heat of the day will be bearing down.
It will throw its blazing light, searing and blistering my skin.
But then I pause and gaze because the sky has altered into a prism,
A harmony of amethyst, ruby, sapphire, and citrine.
My revulsion reforms into thankfulness,
For I have seen an act of the Heavens.
And as I turn to walk back home, I take a deep breath,
Sucking in the morning desert smells, impossible to describe.
I thank the birds and the coyote and the dirt,
The sun and the bushes and the sky,
And I silently confess that I cannot wait to see them ‘til tomorrow.
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