Pat Mora
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The desert is no lady.
She screams at the spring sky,
dances with her skirts high,
kicks sand, flings tumbleweeds,
digs her nails into all flesh.
Her unveiled lust fascinates the sun.
From Chants by Pat Mora, Arte Público Press
© 1984 Pat Mora
A reading of this poem is also available.
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