'Cold Springs in the Desert'
It's here where so many
lazy days are spent
where summer bleeds
into the autumn-
that little town
you can't remember
an hour's drive north to northwest
of anywhere.
You've been here before
trailer homes and big rigs
on one side
manufactured houses
and fake lawns
on the other
dust covers the roads.
'God forbid if you grew up
on the wrong side of the water.'
From inside the seven-eleven
you can watch
knobby kneed tykes
barefooted and flip-flopped
playing in the park.
Eager ice cream smudged faces
glide on swings
hang from bars
fly down slides
until dusk calls them home.
One by one
dirty little toes
climb into bed
secrets are silenced
by the dark.
Cold Springs
'A lost oasis of nomads land'
In the desert
the nights are chill
coyotes have domain
and...
nothing ever changes.
By: Ryan McKay
