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Desert Professions - June 12, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jun 12, 2024
  • 1 min read

I live among the

flying  floating  

migrating clouds of powder

puffs of pulverized dirt

and finest grind of sand

an ever-present ghostly

haze of triturated earth

 

all that means is we got lots of dust

 

not a great place to be a cat burglar

if not fingerprints then shoe prints

or tire prints would lead them

directly to your front door

 

unless you restrict your intrusions

to robbing in the rain

 

in which case

here in the desert

 

you should probably get

a second job

 
 
 

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