In the Mirage

In the mirage


Ripples rise before my eyes

The standing noon sun heat dries

Beads of salt sweat on my forehead


Leaving me heatstroke weak as I tread

In the ravine, a winding snake path intensifies

Following a sand mouse lengthwise


A rodent’s fate demise

I ponder the tan path to the tragic end


In the mirage


A fan palm hides rock art mysteries

A spear thrown ripples past a prize

Landing short of red rock bloodshed


A hunter stands apart from his band;

Defiant brave friend

I sit alone too stoic on my perch of granite gneiss


In the mirage

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