Fountains in the Desert

Posted on 2013/10/23 by

(I’ve traveled to a conference for my day job. Can you guess where?)

Fountains in the Desert

So much water pushed over intentional rocks
I could forget this is a desert
Where mist drifting over lost asphalt
Imbues my skin like cool fortune
Triumphant from a nearby table
In this dayless room with its winners
In a city rare as an oasis
In the wasteland

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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