The Desert
The desert stretches to the horizon, an endless sea of sand and dead brush waiting for the next wind to send them tumbling.
Sharp, black rocks, alien, grotesque, yet beautiful, punctuate the view, the remnants from volcanos long sense extinct.
The long arms of cactus, point every which way, like signposts meant to remind you how far you are from anything and everything.
The road carves through faults, from San Andreas to Garlock, it’s a land scarred by quakes, the layers of rock swirl, beautiful and distinct.
The Matticus Kingdom 
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so beautiful and mysterious
Yep and yep. The desert is both.
Love this. The desert beckons and lures you with a clear blue sky which resembles a body of water. It knows that humans will be drawn to the beauty and will overlook the red flags that reveal what you did in this poem. It’s their nature.
Wow! Love what you wrote! Thank you!!
Thank you. Your writing is inspiration.
Ah, Tatooine….
Hah! Tatooine has cacti?
It might. They never show you the whole planet.
Hmm. Good point.
It’s beautifully written, thank You for sharing it. I love it.
Thank you. I’m glad you love it