NEVADA WIND

 

swirls desert dust

a wanting of heaven

at peak aspiration

abandons the wraiths

to gravity’s unforgiving

 

scours then scourges

all that is supple

steals smooth to rough

rough to smooth

confusing identities

 

gusts break to currents

through all Carson Valley

splay ragged fingers

the light torn away

enslaved to whim

 

pleads wails curses

until at last coyote

joins in and even tame

dogs howl the mad

song of the desert

 

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