Deserted

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Tire tread

gravels

the sand tissue

as asphalt

lipsticks

flesh warm ground.

 

Hills callous

on rusting skin, 

like knuckles from 

potter's hand,

 

while iron pressed

sun

creases your eyes.

 

Turquoise glass

fires 

in eyebrow clouds

while the candle held

of you

melts the facial 

in a rearview mirror.

  • Author: Chris H (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 24th, 2023 14:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: As I drive down Interstate 15 to begin my first job after college in Barstow, a popular stop in California’s Mojave Desert en route to Las Vegas, my thoughts turn to the abandoned feeling that, well....this hopefully dislocated image of endlesss tumbleweeds can bring. The joy of a dog escaping from the backyard for the first time mixes with the knowledge that the mirage is really a mirror that reflects the dry reality of my choices.
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