The Wires Coming Out of the Radio

And the broken switch

on the electric windows

and the desert air blowing in

I have crossed this desert

cactus arms waving

in the shimmer of heat

I stop and buy low octane gas

and a diet Dr. Pepper

and dream of winter

only to remember

how I hate winter

and smile because I wanted

to live in the desert

the joy of knowing

you don’t really want

all the things you

want in life

and the almost broken down

old Oldsmobile plows

along through the dry

hot air of my mind.

Inspired by reading a great poem by Diane Seuss