Rhythms of the desert, issuing their beats and tempos into
my mind as I watch the sun slowly ease itself into an arm-
chair for some needed rest in this late afternoon.
Cacti wishing for a few more hours of sunlight to keep them
warm from the coldness of a desert night.
Shadows shivering already in the shade, coldness touching
them first, because the sun cannot reach them from around
corners of natural beginnings in lightened daylight.
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