Santa Ana
Breath febrile
but odorless,
the wind
as it shoves
you aside
feels like
burlap.
Dust instead of
ashes…
Must be a
pilgrim
back from the
south,
disillusioned
by
a derelict
shrine—
unhealed and
bitterly
impenitent.
Don
Thompson
Don Thompson has been writing
about the San Joaquin Valley for over fifty years, including a dozen or so
books and chapbooks, most recently, A San Joaquin Almanac
(Main Street Rag). The Art of Stone Axes, a collection
of quatrains, some of which appeared originally in Ariel Chart, will
be released this summer from Broadstone Books. For more info and links to
publishers, visit his website at www.don-e-thompson.com.
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