Thursday, November 18, 2010

Ode To My Socks - by Patty Kay Mooney

Carrizo Gorge Cliff FallImage by cleopatra69 via Flickr That day,
they began bright
white, duck-down
fluffy, clean
athletic.

By day's end sullied
from blood streams
coursing down
gouged legs,
my cliff-dive
at high-desert gorge
where flying cactus leap,
true to their name.
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Thursday, November 11, 2010

In Search of Sheeps Canyon - A Poem by Patty Kay Mooney

Flowering Ocotillo Fouquieria splendens photog...Image via Wikipedia On the Anza-Borrego desert floor
heat rises in cartoon clouds:
"Sizzling!"
"Hotter 'n Hell!"
"Yow!"
Ocatillo lean clutching red hankies in their claws.
A chuckwalla* scrambles for sparse shadows.
Yuccas fan out their arrays of poison-tipped blades.
The stream crossing is a delirious surprise.
Look and soak but do not sip.
Here is where the critters gather,
including flesh-eating flies,
invisible armies of them.
In the distance Sheeps Canyon shimmers:
palms and lush foliage,
pools of water, and a waterfall
cool as melted ice, cool
as melted ice.


[*fat black lizard]
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