With Kent, Walking

Karen Templeton

With Kent, Walking

Mountains stretch and whisper to you," ... come." Dark purples breathe their siren's songs and dreams. Ravens laugh on orange canyon winds. You hear and understand, love in return. Wistful, I see--but fail-I cannot hear. I walk beside you, Fall behind you, Jealous of this other lover. October rustles dusty desert grasses, Seeds bite the dogs and ride home on our socks. You carry home the quiet of the desert. I carry home two pockets full of rocks.