Lucky to Live Here - April 2, 2024

here in the desert   sunrises bleed colors

that stain the eyes

and mornings carry the silence of sand

birdsong and this winter’s

tiny waterfall   spilling

under the bridge

if I sit by the pool   I can pick up my

hot skin and move it under the umbrella

to start a poem and finish in the cool

shadows that wave in an afternoon breeze

which makes what lives in the heat

and plays dodge ball with death

all the more fragile

all the more beautiful

before night falls

and the stars crowd together

to watch a fat desert moon

waddle across the sky