The harmonica sounding
The tumbleweed, twisting with the wind
The hot desert sun,
it's cool moon rising over cacti
dew drops on palmate leaves
littel dancers on a stage
smoke rising from a cherry cigar
in a dimly lit room, surrounded by strangers.
the center of a rice field at half-light
chortling children hunting for demons
willow weed, trickling stream, mossy ground
red clay caked hands
tangled hair filled with ash
strawberries just ripe from the vine
caught underneath finger nails
the subtle silence in a crowd
and the endless noise of living.
© Fae Hilscher