Squatting in strained blue.
Who could resist her
in that blue dress?
Girls clamoring for new clothes,
kids complaining
about what Mom made for dinner.
Frizzy hippie hair,
feet in salt water,
wind chimes in the old maple,
peaks and troughs of the dunes,
the pause between the waves.
Peanut vendors chanting,
air filled with pot,
goat scent and peacock chorus.
Skritch of pen on parchment.
© 2026 Bruno Talerico
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Desert Dweller 
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