desire comes and goes and comes*
thistles in my socks as I walk
Maggie through the arroyo,
falsely named, as water flows
only during the summer monsoon
spring compels the mating of birds,
scraps of brush and debris
collected as nests hidden deep
in the safe arms of a cholla
ebb and flow, breathe in breathe out,
lost in thought when Maggie leaps
after a desert hare in the brush,
quickly darting away, saved by leash
camphorweed, parry's beardtongue,
desert lavender - so much subtle color
amid the infinite pale greens, pollen
softening the breeze with scent
indeed, passion comes and goes and
comes again disguised in landscape,
in flesh, her hand in mine, walking
beneath a quietly setting sun
* quote from Ann Lauterbach, "Country Life"
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