Desert Crossing/ poem by Emily H. Axelrod


We drove toward
a night-black sky
my husband and I,
crossing the desert
with mesquite,
tumbleweed and sage,
tawny grasses
bent to the ground.
Then sudden snowflakes
splattering the windshield,
falling fat and wet
dripping in icy trickles.
It was just us
and an occasional truck
hauling nameless cargo
across the high plain,
caught in a desert squall.
When we reached Las Cruces
we traded lightning
flashing on the horizon
for the sound of rain
falling on the roof
of a roadside motel.





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Emily Axelrod’s poems draw upon her childhood in San Francisco, an abiding connection to the landscape of Northern California, and summers spent on a small island in Maine. “By Chance” is Axelrod’s third book of poetry, following “Passerby” (Antrim Books, 2015) and “North Window” (Finishing Line Press, 2020). Her poems have been published in "The Muddy River Review," "The Galway Review," "the Cafe Review, "On the Seawall," and elsewhere. She has a Master’s Degree in Urban Planning from the Harvard Graduate School of Design, and is the former Director of the Rudy Bruner Award for Urban Excellence, a national award for urban placemaking. She lives and works in Cambridge, MA.

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