Desert Heat

Impossible desert summer heat,
so I build my inner comfort
around the conditions of cool
electric air.

Cacti bloom in patio white,
sharp blossoms
poke at the pink morning.

These immense,
undisturbable mountains,
cluster piles of rubbled
rock and pools of blue-tiled
swim holing,
as the valley of Coachella
snakes around a flat, green base.

The desert people scatter
themselves so methodically
across the snow country
until October, elsewhere cool,
invites their return.

Rancho Mirage, CA

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