MOJAVE

We are
Animals
out here
a tenacious air
heavy with extreme temperatures
raw scent
and dirty sweat
burning in the high noon sunlight.
You run
rebellion
in your blood
and I whine
behind
gnash teeth in heat
and exasperation
for the earthen beast
that will never call itself
mine.

Spotty cheeks.
Bare feet.
Desert midnight
falls
in the Mojave.

Long shadows highlight
stagnate silence.
“Welcome Home”,
she screams.

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