Desert Noon

When the desert lies
Pulsating with heat
And even the rattlesnakes
Coil among the roots of the mesquite
And the coyotes pant at the waterholes

Far above,
Against the sky,
Shines the summit of San Jacinto,
Blue-white and cool as a hyacinth
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