Desert

the cruel midday sun-
neat rows of old cars in their
final rusting place

high noon-
steam billows from
my open hood

Posted in Above, Afternoon, Chance, Concepts, Distance, Elemental, Emotions, Fall, Fire, Heat, Life, Light, Literature, Sadness, Seasons, Sun, Time, Water and tagged .

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