Poetry

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

© 2017 – 2018, Michael Shawn Sommermeyer. All rights reserved.


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