Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Palm Springs Sonnet

Originally published in Tule Review, Fall 2013 – Copyright © October 2013, Sacramento Poetry Center Press

Quest for the Holy Grail: The Sunrise in
Palm Springs, it seems so odd to me, by the
time 8 AM rolls around it feels like
one o’clock in the afternoon – All the
sun dresses and short skirts, low cut blouses
open-toed sandals and bare white ankles
I’m blinded by the sunlight streaking be-
hind the mountain range, rises so quickly
placing shadows in the queerest angles –
Suddenly the manicured lawn becomes a
dry and empty desert choked of any
moisture, save what they can steal from the north
to keep those golf courses green, the Devil
speaks in backward rhymes, It’s on the level