By Ishmael von Heidrick-Barnes
DRIVING THROUGH DESERT
I thought I died a desert
rolled inside
lava beds
paralyzed by the eight legged
photophobic sun
I thought I died a desert
until the coyote laughed
heaps of boulders
into rear view mirror
I thought I died a desert
until I saw the downward slope of road
climb out of dunes into Joshua Trees
and shoot through
sandblasted horizon