DAVE RUSLANDER A Dry Muse I am a dry wash in the desert, cracked, impacted -- hard. Smell the heat float over me as I simmer in midday sun and await dueling scorpions under black sky. Eventually, a wall of water will transform me: cacti will bloom madly.
DAVE RUSLANDER
A Dry Muse I am a dry wash in the desert, cracked, impacted -- hard. Smell the heat float over me as I simmer in midday sun and await dueling scorpions under black sky. Eventually, a wall of water will transform me: cacti will bloom madly.
