Desert Dream
    Footnotes

    “Desert Dream,” New Era, Aug. 1990, 28

    Desert Dream

    The cool red sand beckons my feet

    To shed stiff shoes and burrow

    Into its secret coolness.

    The sun shines from a photograph,

    Where its rays on the steep stone

    Warm my back.

    I long for the flight of the raven.

    Gliding and crying above the juniper.

    Fanning desert heat.

    But I live like the lizard in winter.

    Buried asleep under rocks and snow,

    Waiting for a change.