The Truth Be Told
Joined: 23 Mar 2007
Posts: 8
Location: las vegas, nv
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My poem "Aztec Gold"
This town looks like London fog tonight
from the desert fires
burning out of control,
she says it stings her eyes
and she's had a headache
for three days
as a precursor,
but I tell her the sunset was beautiful,
soft pinks and oranges,
as the sun turned an eerie
Aztec gold
so bright,
I saw white spots in my vision
for three blocks.
somewhere off in the darkness,
she can feel the fire still burning,
as thousands of jack rabbits, bighorn sheep,
burros, and lizards
try to escape the blazes,
also,
hundreds of joshua trees succumb
to the destruction,
it's the circle of life
I tell her,
if people weren't there
to put the fires out,
they would burn hundreds of miles
of desert down,
it refertilizes the soil
for future generations of plants
and animals
to reinhabit,
This town looks like London fog tonight,
from the desert fires burning out of control,
she says it stings her eyes,
but I know
her heart stings more when I'm away,
She says she's had a headache now
for three days,
almost as a precursor,
but I tell her
her smile is beautiful,
her skin shines soft shades
of pinks and oranges,
as her soul turned
a surreal shade of Aztec gold,
that was so bright,
i saw white spots in my vision
for three blocks,
somewhere off in the distance,
i can still feel the fires burning,
deep inside some spiritual desert
i had forgotten long ago,
And I can only hope
that she will burn my desert down,
so in time,
future generations
of plants and animals
can reinhabit me
as well........
_________________ Copyrighted Dana Anderson, 2007. Please do not use my poetry without my permission. Thank you for reading.
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