Sunday, January 26, 2014

Dry Heat

128 degrees Fahrenheit
How hot is it?
Rising over plowed farm fields
The hot air releases dust devils
Like tornadoes
Spinning
Twirling
Hurling tumbleweeds
Across highways
They sit across from each other
At Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf
Sipping lemonade
And gazing in each other's direction
Back home these road hazards minimal
It is dusty now
Walls of sand and dust rise high
Over the city
Hearts dusty
It rains; they come
The rain doesn't reach the ground
Feet dangling in the booth
As a pale gray curtain swarms around them
Warning
Flash floods possible
17 years ago 11 hikers died
Antelope Canyon
Glad she was better prepared
With no expectations
Macrobursts
Winds 115 miles per hour
Weather in the desert can be strange
Don't you think?
How was the weather he asks upon her return.
Sunny and warm she murmers.
She remembers him undressing her
Sunny and warm.



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