Thorns In Bloom
The little pink cactus flower
abides among green spiky thons.
The mountains are blue,
all distance is a long ride on a blue horse.
Rocky sand-drifts crash like painted waves
upon a dazzled eye.
I am here, I am there
I am between a stretch of nowhere
a place where cacti are road signs
for many pathless ways.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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