Route 62

I understand your need for clothes and trinkets, 

but if you had vultures wings,

you’d disintegrate in the pocket of your own

velvet coat/ 

instead, soft crow feathers

decorate the hat of another musician,

in hopes of recognition/

another beautiful human in search of validation/

the desert suffers from an inundation of admirers,

she knows she’s beautiful, no need to remind her/

look but don’t touch/

visit but don’t stay/

bring your music, your silence, your art/ 

make it/

give credit/

but if your need is aesthetic/

do the desert a favor and/

go away…