Desert Waste

I wrote this poem in 2008 after spending a day in the desert looking for a fishing hole my husband saw on a map. We were at Lake Pleasant north of Phoenix. I took the photo at one of our many stops to climb a hill and hopefully see the lake. The high that day was 106 degrees. We had another adventure that day, but that is for another blog.

Desert Waste a Poem

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