a broken bottled oasis flashes in the distance. <br /> <br /> bent waves of light whether the skies <br /> burnt skin. <br /> <br /> a desert revival whose chapeled <br /> steps are cindered bones. <br /> <br /> a highway mirage signals its phantom <br /> spirit to mirror barren beauty. <br /> <br /> shed the skin, turn the throtle <br /> speeding faster by to leave no trace. <br /> <br /> slant mouthed informal follower. <br /> <br /> whispers in canyons and red rock hollows, <br /> echos in between the spaces of staggering <br /> footprints. <br /> <br /> parched tongue ravens bleached black <br /> feathers lift and carry from wire to wire <br /> the news of the iron horse. <br /> <br /> reflective tape along the side of the road <br /> turns the vascular gravel roads into <br /> beautiful waysides. <br /> <br /> markered movement in the evening <br /> flying by with the cactus and the sage. <br /> <br /> the vast skies retinas dilate and expand <br /> and i am dry but i am not sick says the air. <br /> <br /> breathing downshifting, speeding so fast <br /> heading south but never down.<br /><br />nathan martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/desert-ride/
