A Place in the Sun
There is a place where the cactus grows.
There is a desert where no water flows.
where the earth is hot, and the air is dry,
and the sun beats down from its place in the sky.
And when the heavens and earth concur,
in a blaze of color with a certain blur.
There settles to the horizons cool dusk
the scent and smell of a lingering musk.
Joyce E. Johnson (2014)