Spring is past
flowers die on the stem
dried leaves sprinkle the ground
the dog tiptoes on concrete paths
sniffs and leaves a note
for canine passersby
We slip into the air chilled room
grateful and gasping
as the sun beats down
Just another sunny day
another day in the desert
By Cyn Bagley (c) 2021
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