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Visions

Visions


The trail failed into a single wavy vision,
Sideswiped by jingles racing faster than us.
Shortly ahead were cut-out caves.
We rested.
Closed our red puffed eyes.
Dreamed of what might be real.
Scintilating. glistening silver-toned baubles.
In our hands, bunches of orange daisies--
Wilted, dried and breaking off petals onto ivory toned sand.
We buried them.

We put the baubles to bed.
Our dreams became faux genuine.
We watched what followed.
Heavy drops of red hot desert water
Making deep holes on each side of us
Just missing our sun drenched legs.
Out of the cave, yellow snakes with mahogany stripes
Slowly bounced out of our dreams into our hands.
Could we actually hold them, here in the dreams?
We did.

Reaching for some petals,
They smelled good.
We dreamt of smoking them.
I laughed and laughed at him.
In his funny delight, he pounced out of the cave,
Danced up and down on the red hot sand.
He laughed and laughed until my belly laughs
Pushed me onto the cave's side.
The sand covered me as I continued laughing.
He jumped into the next faux cave
And laughed as we both were covered
With the ivory sand.....except our faces. no doubt.

We envisioned all around us-----horses,
Paint horses with riders from long ago.
They had red paint on their faces,
More colorful and brighter than ours.
Their headdresses carried feathers of eagles.
Our respected laughing was joined in by them.
In their hands were more colorful pipes and the smoke
Swirled all around us and the caves and them.
We all laughed till we were hungry.
We all sat and roasted hot dogs....and introduced ourselves.
Dreams were set aside.

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