(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
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About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.