The Path Of Dreams   1 comment

Giffords Office“Sonoran Heat” — Computer Painting by kenne 

The Path of Dreams

There were no trails where I walk.
I walk the desert, poor and broke
thinking of family in Mexico. 

Continuing north, I make a path
around the cactus and desert brush.

The sun, still low in the east,
temperature now rising faster
than the morning sun.

Low in water, I find an
old mesquite tree to rest
in its shade until late afternoon.

Then, I will continue following
the path of my dreams —
carefully watching for
green and white trucks.

— kenne

One response to “The Path Of Dreams

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  1. Beautiful, both the image and the poem.

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