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The Iron - March 22, 2026

  • Gary Hunter
  • Mar 22
  • 1 min read

tourists in white skin

and no hats say Hi

as I finish my walk,

 

the sun, already a

hot iron on my arms

as it scales the sky

 

through a window

heat is invisible among

reds, greens and blues,

splashed above the sand

 

how far will they walk

before they pick up the pace

or tighten the circle

to the weekend rental

 

when will they lower heads

and urge their steps forward,

step on the welcome mat,

plunge into the dark chill air

 

to understand the desert

is to know when to linger

for a carefree chat

 

and when to take the tour

of the shortest distance

between two points

 
 
 

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