Terri Turrell - Saguaro Cacti

The white hot desert sun
sits straight up in the sky
bleaching bones and
mountain ridges
barren to the eye
distant saguaro cacti
seem to surf the waves of heat
while sagebrush protest weakly
die of sunstroke at their feet
oasis shimmer promises
that tempt the parched dry land
reflections of a palm grove
woven in these grains of sand
the white hot desert sun still
sitting straight up in the sky
scorched saguaro cacti
simmer 'neath Sol's
searing eye

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Terri Turrell

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