Desert's Buzz: Amelia Bjorkland I. Land You told me about flat land and I felt it slowly rise upward Rolling hills broken by steep declines dusty granite-like hurdles climaxing in a mud puddle This "oasis" not one of budding fertility nor vines to swing but calmness, coolness, and serenity Of hairy "Cousin It" trees of mile high clouds of balancing act rocks all intertwined with its history of life II. A Deep Sigh I ate, sat, wrote and with a deep sigh re-entered the desolation high off the desert's buzz walking, trudging, scooting guzzling water's kiss III. Blisters Hurt Finally the destination landed but the hacked rolling hills had left their mark because blisters hurt and the inspiration of cacti only lasts so long
Marvelous Cactus Nicole Solon Burning in the dry plains Waiting for this drought to end Sun blazing down Wind blowing from all directions Small ones look cute and big ones look menacing with their species All scattered like a crowd of people at the immigrant march Or like an army battalion on a battle field looking sharp I stand side by side with my fellow cousins in a vast field of what I am Marvelous jumping cholla cactus