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…
