For Marguerite:
Arizona
by Elaine P
Riding over desert sands
Pink and orange rock
Not on Mars, but Arizona
Oh! Stop the car, please stop!
Her camera burns inside her hand,
Desert heat forgotten,
This child of ocean breeze exults,
In beauty she’s besotted.
A thousand photos she has made
Of colors new and bright,
But air conditioned she will sleep,
On this, her heat-filled night.
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