Arid heat is vastly different than our inshore warmth-
So I’m told.
Scratching through the deeper south, oppressiveness abides-
Summoning additional weight to an already unbearable existence.
Oblivious until tomorrow, when you feel a lacking effect-
Heaviness, off west, abandons you without consideration or thought.
Amongst the dust, gullies, and ancestorial painted monuments-
I beg you to leave me in kind, fostered by these russet lands.
