Desert Rain


mud seeps

between bare toes

almost naked I walk miles

soaked in desert rain

and catch it with my tongue


laughing as my mother

walks the balance beam of stone walls

while her husband and I point at Catalina cows

and shout Buffalo, buffalo! and she so nearsighted

believes us



wrists held tight as Geno soars me

round &


parallel to the ground


chimes    bells    ice cr

eam delivered by truck

treasured pink      green

yellow plastic dogs


tigers buried in

chocolate strawberry vanilla to be lipped


sucked away


curled like a sow bug


belly aching as a finger waving in air

tickles as effectively as one would



Thank you to the editor of Something Like Homesickness for first publishing this poem.

By Elizabeth

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