The desert never leaves you. <br />This graveyard rich with dust and <br />tears is like the imaginary friends <br />you cherished as a child, who are <br />waiting, still, for you to join them. <br /> <br /> <br />Like the aching eyes of famished <br />children, like saints breathing fire, <br />there is a hard purity to the desert. <br />Patience sculpted the desert. <br />'Leave it all for the lazy future, ' whisper <br />the roadrunners and the tumbleweed. <br /> <br /> <br />The desert is full of <br />shape-shifting eings. <br />You never know what <br />disguise they will take <br />next.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/laughter-of-an-old-magician/
