From a JAR
by TD Euwaite
The desert calls to no man
Dunes replete with bleached white bones
Endless waves of sand, one color, one sound
Anonymous, nameless expanse
Scorched and blistered rock faces
Seared rage sweltering, holding fire
Motionless specter, sighting
Opportunity, egress clear
JAR triggered,
Directed,
Away…silently
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