Posted by: Ron DuBour | November 26, 2015

Desert~by Paul F. Lenzi




"Desert Shadows" Painting by Colin Bailey From

“Desert Shadows”
Painting by Colin Bailey

I bend into the earth
as a pig might set
nosing for truffles
except I am snuffling
for remnant scents
recently left by the
passage of virtuous
souls eyeless groping
for unrealized roots
burrows secret with
promising clutches
of eggs fingers tuned
to the dry deep baked
soil alert for the least
hint of moisture that
might just attract and
revitalize weak buried
burgeoning seeds eyes
peeled for the winged
iridescence of beetles
the track of an insect
the scrape-trace of
snail shell or scorpion
tail something anything
giving some life sign
beneath the dead floor
of this capitol desert
where even the bleached
bones of history seem
to have crumbled and
and found themselves
carried away by an
angry wind like the
friable flecks of great
parchments too long
left untended
unloved and unread


  1. thank you for sharing my poem with your readers

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