The Night Shift
Don’t know
that I ever looked
forward to sunrise—
days just seem to come
and go, like desert flowers
and dust-devils, tumbleweeds
ripped from their arid rest:
safe in my shared crevice
with other baked eyes
I watch the spiraling tails
trying to escape the heat
(a monolithic trance)
snakes, scorpions
and myself
we keep an armistice
not to hunt one another
till walking, slithering,
crawling, back into
the night….
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2019
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