Red clay of mountains, wind washed
cerise swept sands of desert, pebbles sparkling blind
scurry, we hide from afternoon suns
people scarcely found, hide inside
still some crave midday heat, sun to penetrate the bones
drip in sweat, taste of sweet salt lips, colored hot, pink, red
the melt of minds, green like candles, saguaro spired
move, they sway in waves, a vision dancing over lands
evening clouds come flowered, bloom and drench sands
come rainbow showered, and after, always with birds
so brief to drink, to bathe and splash
ever amid the vanishing puddles