Sage and Dust Devils


      by Paula LeKatz

      The sweet smell of sage
      Rode on the wind
      As a Dust Devil
      Chased the sand
      In front of us.

      It was a hot August day
      In the Wyoming Desert.
      The dust rose
      Clinging to our clothes
      We were human magnets.

      The Dust Devil
      Turned on us
      Filling our nostrils
      With its dry musty scent.
      We choked for air.

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