the little colorado river
in the arizona high desert
is nothing more than a dry wash
most of the year
if you walk the riverbed
long enough
you'll hear sharp canyon walls
speak truth
of empty water vessels
and sudden dust storms
of a rich blue sky
with no promises
rolling sage brush
sheared in the wind
rocks that replicate the sun
too hot for the touch
rough brown texture
supplanting green
life on the bare edge
fragile species go hiding
--- e b bortz
(published in earth notes and other poems, Least Bittern Books, 2015)
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