Vegas Street Poetry Vol.7

Dry and secluded

The old wooden structures

Crack and splinter

Just outside of Death Valley

Where nothing

Seems to matter

Empty bottles

Heavy hearts

Hidden in

Snake holes

Counting their time

Kissing their children

Waiting for

A revelation

Miles away from the city

Soundless

Noiseless

Nothing but the echoes of sand

With dreams

Long forgotten

Buildings

Wither away

In nature

The desert decays

The lives once settled

Now abandoned

Captured

By my eyes and camera

A lonesome home

Amargosa

Was once a home of mine

The dunes are alive
Crawling
In slow motion

Tonight
We come to life
As children
In the desert
Waving hello
To goodbyes

The sun
Is falling deeper
Towards the western horizon

The flames 
Of the fire 
Are soon to be
Our only ally

The Shifting Sands
Will hide us
The Shifting Sands 
Will guide us
In the fashion
Of the wild
By the children
Of the desert

Sand blows 
In the wind
Away from the city
Forgiving its sins