by Eli Skipp
A man once collapsed in the desert and wasn't
found for days.
Elke had kept tabs on his journey. He'd started
to walk through the dry land with spiritual
fervor in his eye and what was clearly not enough
water, following a shoddy trail between parched
shrubs and disturbing blue-backed lizards that
shuffled away from his lug-sole boots.
Sometimes there was shade under huge granite
boulders and he would stop and eat sandwiches
full of sweating meat. Twice he slept.
Finally he came upon the dried up spring-bed,
rivulets cemented into the gritty dirt like shadows
of promise. That is when he fell. Whether he
succumbed to thirst or disappointment, Elke
never found out.
Posted on 11/26/2013
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