notMetaphor Poetry waiting for starlight

waiting for starlight



blue skies

over ocotillo

wind whispers

from the coming dusk

day lies waning

stretched thin

like shadows

of every burning bush

 

I am thinning as the light

consciousness spills

seeps out a thirsty body

toils in the dirt

and is subsumed

 

lay me down

in this desert

wrapped in dust

shore up

my fleeing body

leave me

waiting for starlight

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