South Egan Wilderness: A Poem

Wasteland world

Bones and brittle branches

Break with weary footfalls

Sage saps sweet water from the earth

The sun sucks away what remains.

 

Flies in hectic orbit around me

Like electrons moving faster

Than they ought to move

Look for food among the wrinkles of my clothes

And dried out crevices of dirty skin.

 

Dust dares the air to dance

They swell up together from the ground

In sweeping spirals they rise

I take them in

They fill my lungs in equal parts.

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