Desert Wanderer
By Chris Kramer
Reddish hues heat the landscape around A whirling dervish crawls ... with a low, dusty sound Footprints mark, until the winds blow Sending a message ... no one will know Desert Wanderer A nomad without home A grain in a sand pile A recluse to roam Scattered memories, buried under years Finding stack upon stack .... hope and fears Desolate land solace, no one seeking position Never blind-sided ... by power and ambition Desert Wanderer A nomad without home A grain in a sand pile A recluse to roam Parched lips, barely able to utter Spewing structured gibberish ... with slurred stutter Desert fever rising, relief required soon Medicinal salve needed ... a cool crescent moon Desert Wanderer Searching deep within Survival, the reward ... If one were to win Written May 1st, 2001 © on Dec 01 2001 12:11 PM PST, Chris Kramer 0 • 12
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