Palm Desert

Richard Avedon

Richard Avedon


You’re flesh and bones
and dusty roads
and small pebbles
in your steel toe work boots and
a desert prickly pear.

You’re where rough hands meet warmth
and callouses mean love.

You’re a worn old Buick with dirt caked tires and
your voice is warm whiskey with hints of sarsaparilla.

You’re Dusty Springfield spooky with fists always knuckled to your belt.

I want to tell you no but the desert wind has me under its spell and you are freedom.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s