Desert Dweller

Drifting into sleep,
body worn and weary.
He’s rudely wakened

by a midnight dream,
dark and dreary:
an endless trail,
miles to go before he’ll sleep.

Craving peace
in a kingdom by the sea,
he stumbles
down a narrow path.

Canyon shadows creep,
dark and deep,
along the highway of old regrets.
Worn and weary.

Miles to go,
he finally weeps, sobbing,
wracked with grief until spent
then worn and weary,
fitfully drifts back to sleep.

© 2026 Bruno Talerico
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Apologies to Mr. Poe and Mr. Frost.