The Wind
The Wind blew my neighbors away
Their behemoth camper
Plastic inflatable pool
Tailgating chairs
Bored teens looking for something to do
Marked them as fair weather campers
Chairs and pool would soon be gone
Blown across the rocky valley
Spread with gray and yellow dust
Like bowling pins
By some invisible bowling ball
Projectile sand driven into cracks and crevices
The wind howls through creosote leaves and tamarisk limbs
Any loose items banging their way across the dirt floor of
the desert
The last tail light fades dimly behind the veil of
thickening yellow dust.
---Mari
---Mari
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