So many sold desert mornings, away I will go

If we scatter
to pillows laid down on ginger
saber-rattling dragging through the town square
had fun today, the waves were screaming
holidays jumping up and down on irons
television sycophant dressings
it is here you lost your spouse
keep measuring the eucalyptus
like dock making in charge of starch
one day leaving us, and away I will go
and the desert sun lies awake