Cycling Down

Before that, and that, and that...
Yesterday, the dry-throated cold
of the desert floor, rushed forth to
chill what the sun had tried to
warm. And that, and that, and that...

We slept in repose of blanketed
heat, garnered from orange solar
rays, sprayed down restless, come to
take the chill back to its root
cellar. And that, and that, and ...

-daw