“What I Mean When I Say Las Vegas”
after Jeffrey DavisFinalist, “Road Not Taken” ContestWe had no dark leaves of longing, instead we held the Mojave, its sand singing through our fingers. Memories close enough to the sweet sage and mesquite, road runners lightning after a desert rain. I’m back among sand dunes back inside that small space spent searching for talismans, fall a shrug away. And the sun at the window, scrying. Each bright sky of memory silvers, like pieces of a broken mirror, immediate again. Encircled by amethyst mountains, remembered for their refusal to fall. If only I could settle on the patio of hope and […]
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