Tom Quigley Poet Sonnet

A Mirage of Pools and Fountains

Carnage of unrelenting desert sun
Sun bakes, flora are impermeable
Impermeable unlike those who run
Run to hydration, inevitable

Inevitable crystallization
Crystallization of sweat on their brows
Brows no longer yield precipitation
Precipitation in their prayers, and how

How requisite drink does invigorate
Invigorate the flagging runner’s mind
Mind looks for something to alleviate
Alleviate sun, rising from behind

Behind them, misery, ahead, mirage
Mirage of pools and fountains, soul carnage.

4/3/16
Chained Shakespearean Sonnet

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