A bird on an adobe wall
framed by an ocotillo shrub.
How does the azure sky speak?

The Buddha must have
once walked these sandy shores.
Seashells are everywhere.

 A long sad black road
 lead to a dark blustery sea.
 A gull sailed lazily in the sun.

 A long straight road 
 through dry yellow desert.
 No clouds overhead.

 Traveling  a barren land
 searching for my lost muse
 I wander in desolation.