Beverly J. Brian Poems

they do; which is mainly standing still
through the daystone desert-glow
Let the sun go down though, and cactus
people change before your eyes
...

The colors suddenly inspire
A long look for a time
to connect with reality,
colors, odors, sounds---
...

It was summer, I had the notion to follow a creek
From its pool in the rocks to --- (creek knows where)
So I climbed through woods of squashing green;
For the creek came down to the pool from up
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