Palm Desert
It is so muted here
The life ebbs and flows in a more quiet way
Arid at first gaze but teeming with life
at second glance
The hum in the air is unmistakeable if
you listen closely enough
The plants hum for the sun and the
sun beats on for the purpose of the
pursuit of life
The climate is cold in its anture and
hot in its environment
Get me out of the heat
My mind screams to me
But it’s of no use
I can’t escape the heat more than I can
escape the discomfort I wrongly
associate with it