Whirling dust devils,
guiding pirates to hidden treasure.
Expensive tent,
tumbling across the desert.
Horned monsters giving water,
to the soon-to-be dead.
Hippies and freaks,
fishing on a dry lakebed.
Dry feet cracking,
from harsh alkali.
Watch and wallet replaced,
with a “where?” and a “why?”
Aluminum palm trees
shading the mass.
Naked man in the dark,
turning sand into glass.
Motorized pig, shooting fire
from its flank.
Everybody’s welcomed,
with a hug, and a spank.
Love is given,
at the wave of a hand.
Tribal drums pounding:
the heart of the man.
by Mike Rossow
