Flat, dry, endless stretching landscape
Sharp bristling brush smelling of rain
Unreachable mountains
Unreachable water
Tall, green, plant reaching for the sky
skirt of many fingers reaching upward
Full of animal holes
Full of harsh needles
Dry, hot, sun piercing my skin
Burning metal and melted keepsakes
Bright blinding sky
Bright unforgiving sun
Greasy, fattening, plates of chili spice
Tortilla plates and meat alongside cheese
Foods of spicy sour candies
Foods of sweet powdery breads
Warm, reflective, river under a steel bridge
Old west prison hiding the rattlesnakes
In the sand are scorpions
In the sand are jackrabbits
River, fog, people from a time forgotten
Gourd songs, frybread, beaded necklaces
Quiet song cries
Quiet gambling dreams
About the Creator
Meredith Lawless
I traveled from the Sonora Desert to the forests of Glacier near Flathead Lake. I am a struggling author, practicing my craft, while living with my husband, partner, two cats, and two dogs.
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