Desert

belly hollow as a spoon
throat dust-rasped
rocks bake
round and brown as loaves
want lives in you

a high bird wheels
then falls to a lizard
hooks it back
to the indifferent sky

the day ticks by

heat shimmers the ridge
to a shining city
angels burn white
shelter
in the mean shade
of a thorn

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