finally cool enough
to turn off the bedroom fan
and I hear

 

nothing

 

an occasional bird call

soft foot steps of an artist passing by
and in between

 

 

vehicle vibrates a cattle grate
off in the distance

 

 

bee buzzes by

occasional casita door squeaks 
open/shut

 

 

cars roll by out on highway 84

rare plane overhead

 

 

the nothing I hear
is usually the city filling
in all the nothing spaces

 

 

I want
to take
desert nothing
home