Desert Dreams by Nicole Terry   A woman with a shy hand to her perspired forehead wallows through blue grass singing songs her grandfather taught her; she forgets the words, but the tune remains the same A boar’s head sleeps beneath the disappearing sun, lacking warmth & thought & shallow evening breaths, finding glory in deserted desert deaths Red circles circle the caroling depths behind a mountain’s summertime shadow, shaking without trembling, accepting no other words but grace graciously groveling in the gravel by the side of the road scraping for the final leaf turned green in comic undertones In search of the genetic manifesto in the middle of a thunderstorm— laughing mantras atop dying mountains mocking the rain for being too wet with wisdom Ghosts flutter & flit into the sandy dimensions & bring back time in an oarless boat afloat in God’s ubiquitous belly   Back to the eagles flying too low over shrinking deserts deserting the sun; reprise the moon alighting white flowers on the mountaintop Genesis, omega dreams that dream themselves into being Back to the perspiring woman  taking the last breath of civilization withheld in the stars © Copyright 2008 Nicole Terry ALL RIGHTS RESERVED [back to Sensual Poetry] [back to Poems]