Pit Stop

by Christopher Barnes

The carhop at Begley’s Diner
Inherits sunup, a breather to log
Tonight’s storyline for her novel...

...Ghazi glowers from nave to mosque
Catching the chink of toe bells.
She flicks stone, dry then spatters.
An overripe afternoon.
The tinkering dust storm sidesteps dunes,
Milling satin hooked up over a mallee tree.
She is Morocco
Sings to the echo of distant cliffs.
A sniff of salt,
Wear-and-tear sand meddles with the Venus Fly Trap.
She miscarries amongst locusts
Awaiting sounds of whirlwindish rhythm
That welcomes the coming of rain.