Desert Haiku

offset prints
bisected by tail drag
lizard sign


gnarled driftwood,
snake skin, rusty barbed wire
in red sand


cold morning,
the rising fire ball,
a silent knell


red sandstone
warmed by the rising sun
gorge aglow


yon mirage
mirror-clear blue,
chase the lie

DAILY PHOTO: Spine in the Sand

Taken in July of 2019 at Fairy Tale Canyon on the south shore of Issyk-kul.

POEM: Desert Story



Play it out, like a six-gun Western.
Let the sun hang in the mid-day sky.
Have him search for a cool-water cistern.
Croaking and choking that “the end is nigh.”

Hand him a glimpse of clear, clean water,
but let the mirage vanish into sand.
Trotting up to it as lamb to slaughter,
let him know he’s surely been damned.

Then he’ll succumb to a parched stupor.
The light fades from that cowboy’s eyes.
No spur-jangle of a nearing trooper,
but dark clouds off in the western skies.

A good story would see him wake with droplets on his cheeks.
But this ain’t that kind of story, the desert plays for keeps.

Desert Haiku

Cubes of sand
Tumble on a tiny scale
Scouring history








Camel lurches
Only in a land of sand
could it kneel



Grain of sand
Do you miss the sea
from whence you came?



Bleached bones
Sandblasted lopsided
How will you go?



Wind blown
zebra stripes in the sand
Nature’s echo



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