poetry critical

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Random Poem:


Hiking in July, hot as hell, I’ve learned to find
water by smell. In canyon country every puddle
in a crevice, every creek that only flows
underground, is coated with a scum
as thick and gross and wonderful as life –
algae, wasps sucking at the mud, coyote prints
turning to dust, tadpoles flailing
as their refuge slowly shrinks.
Each of my socks has a red rime
of iron Utah sand at the ankle,
dry grains that gathered right at the crease
of life, where the sweat appears,
where the desert can get it.
After two weeks I am caked in all my angles:
rust wrinkles at eyes, knuckles, armpit, a patina
of dust coating my pores, hovering underneath
dry hairs on my forearm, crotch, scalp.
Still the skin flushes moist
when I head on a hike, glowing alive
with water, temporary – yes, I remind myself –
the sere wind follows, ungreedy but unrelenting,
drinking it all as I skip down the rock slope,
like a shooting star in a parched palestine.

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