by Angela LeBlanc

The wind whistles
hot against the dry red rock,
lashing through dry leaves that cling.
gasping for life,
suffocated and trapped.
Talons scrape the clouded horizon:
pinks invade yellows, slash purples.
Desperate for distance—flight.
Running, breathless and terrified
from the truth.
Arid color splashed across the sky.


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