Desert Dweller

Bolting storm.

Night defined by flashes of insight.

Truth seems capricious.

Is it something different to a honeybee or a coyote?

Fulfilling, foreboding, or light in flight,

like fairies dusting the blue sky.

Fact becomes fiction,

Fantasy masquerades as thundering reality.

Beneath gray clouds, realities fade

silently screaming.

Unbidden truths capriciously lying in wait.

© 2026 Bruno Talerico

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