Heat mirage cracked asphalt rising
She wind swims a palm thrums a beat on the glinting Cadillac
She is hollow as a maimed saguaro thirsty as a laid up diamond back
From a constricted throat she calls out nothing
The soft flesh of her toes grinding metal to the mat
The haloed crown of her head parading desert light—
a notion of what lies beyond
Previously published in Leaf Garden, 2010
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