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Miles of desert
Not wanting to stop
But the horse gets thirsty
If the horse dies, you die
Every desert crossing is like a life lived
Hard to remember the beginning
Remember some of the middle
But you know when it ends
Remember desert gas stations.
Old, dying, some dead already.
Gas pumps serve as tombstones.
Empty building serve as bones.
But some nearly dead still breathe.
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Showers upstairs.
Dare to think.
What happens there.
The parlor. Asian screens, incense.
Sad lonely lady.
A man sits at a table.
Selling soap stone dolphins.
Sad lonely man.
Time tramples this place.
But it won’t die.
Somehow.
It breathes.
Barely a smile from the countertop.
What treasures are here. What treasures.
I’m a rambling traveler.
A rambling traveler needs treasure.
No time.
Road calls.
Horse quenched.
More tombstones and bones to find.
Just ahead.
the sun blasts the face.
the dust sends alarm.
More tombstones and boned to find.
just ahead.