Southern Utah Summer
drools a stream of golden heat
across the edge of the sky;
Pants its white-hot breath
across the land and burns
the sky to fiery blue.
Parched and arid,
is the land.
worn thin from hot breath
on their necks,
And dust-devils play
where antediluvian streams
© 8-87 rev 1-96 C.E. Carl
© 6-2010 C.E. (Carl) Elias
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