Soft pop of asphalt

Dance across the wind
Blown turmoil rises
Up to the heat
Kissed placid

Calm in this desert
Heat making plain
Sacrificed dreams

Slow whispers turn the leaf
Perched on death’s bones
Watching the quiet

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