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American Desert
A dry riverbed
hazy through summer skies
tracing a path to a white lake.
A circle of green
laid out by a length of pipe
awaiting the mower.
Through a smudgy window, landscape flies by
mocking months of walking in minutes flat.
oh Houston! calling me into darkness.
A line etched across the land
a light at the end of it
but nothing for miles.
East by Southeast, night accelerated
the grace of twilight punctuated by the beverage cart
the last of the light flees westward.
Oh Houston, damn your darkness
thief of evening, kidnapper
time to slide the shade and close my eyes.
