Mojave
by Darren McCormick
Desert
Quiet, sweet, isolated desert
Vast and eternal, lonely, humble
Yet welcoming
Asking nothing but the occasional rain
To moisten your sun baked lips
Sighing as the tiny lizard
Dances over your ancient, magnificent form
Virginal land, hot, still
Unspoiled.
Until
The slim fracture
Of the two lane highway bleeds through
you, and I swim with it,
Billboards and naked flesh seducing
Craving neon lights and oblivion, I cry
‘Wait for me!’