don’t forget your goggles

don’t forget your goggles

a sandstorm is a-coming

bandanas and surgical masks

will be handy too

you might wear shorts because

blowing sand can feel

nice on the legs

but I’d protect your nipples

if I were you

the sun will still shine

through gritty, yellow clouds

and riding your bicycle

on the flat Nevada road

will be sublime and

otherworldly

maybe even

apocalyptic-like

 

these kids

and their new

desert communes—

 

I

hope

they

have

plenty

of

water

About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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