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Dogging rabbits in the
road
they can kill me
just as I can kill them
Vulnerability on a two
wheeled machine
The smell of silent
sage perfumes
its timeless exultant
spirit
Feeling truly alone
no cars, no lights, no
noise
The pioneers came to
claim
this waste land
On horse back chased
by desert heat
the sun constantly
burning
arrows in the back
traveling 60, 70, 80, miles per hour
A mouse scurries across
the black asphalt
Hauntingly I don't want
to run it over
A desert varmint looks
me in the eye
Sitting still on the
road
Staring directly into
my being
Seeing the insanity of my
humanity
The rabbit smiles
waiting for the day
humankind burns its
self out
knowing these roads
wont have anymore
riders
The pioneer spirit
Belonging only to
the unspoken desert sage
who settles in the yellow
sands
enjoying the waste land
with soothing delight
The cowboy
who hated the Indian so
both
have been wipe clean from this land
Progress
and sticky tarmac
the
waste land is vast
The
rabbit
sits
and glairs
Knowing
its day
will
come
Really like this poem, love "the pioneer spirit belonging only to the unspoken desert sage". Great writing.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your kind words..:)
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