Juniper Dreams and Piñon Nightmares

juniperThere’s a sagebrush burning
beneath my breastbone
casting off sparks of juniper dreams
and piñon nightmares

my mind’s racing like a desert hare,
but can never catch up
with the tortoise of my soul

‘I’ have a plan
but my plan has a plan

so I just cast a curious glance
with my eyes half open
like the crescent moon
curious about the one
who stalked my dreams
like a canine con artist

“Yip, yip, yip!”

He sniffs into my dreams
and pisses on my plans

I’ve been coyote’d

even the lizards are laughing
as they linger
under the red rocks
writhing

and the Nutcracker
snarls
from the twisted tree top:

“Come this way…
if you dare…
You may bring your intent,
but drop your designs
in the dust.”

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