Toward Sunset

29 August 2026

https://poems.culturing.net/2026/08/29/toward-sunset/

He walks over sand, past cacti
and buzzards picking bones, through
the desert heat and cold, toward
sunset, the only thing on the horizon.

He hears a slow trickle of water,
but knows one thing:

This stream is polluted.
He walks on.

mortality · solitude · strength