The sun casts a burning imperial edict
Announce the gathering time
Read the direction of the sea retreat
There is a desert
Strong wind brings a sharp knife
Cut off the stubborn stone
Cut off the greenery of the earth
There is a desert
Someone dug a small hole
Or piled a small sandbag
Desert, always after you leave
Carefully smoothed it out
Someone is kneeling on the sand slope
I picked up a handful of sand and yelled up to the sky
Desert, i'm coming
After the sound disappears
The desert fills up the exclamation and excitement one by one
About the Creator
CoSmile
The traveler’s road has no end, only the most beautiful scenery
Spectating
I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford7 days ago in Fiction
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