we had a choice
stay inside and cook
or seek the shade
on the far side of the bus and look
at Joshua trees
twisted in the shimmering heat
Our Mojave moment
blistered with dry fence posts at strange angles
a listless wind vane pumping nothing
for nobody and going nowhere
Over the State line
a blaze of neon
announces the prospect
of a cool beer
but the only froth in sight
spews from the emptying radiator
Going to Vegas always was a gamble
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| Mojave Desert Art: Roger Smith |
