The land welcomes you back
with a snaking road that
slithers between green brown
mountains, just looming
shadows that tower in the moonlight.
The nights are porch nights,
cool like water settled after a long boil.
This land comes with a heat that crackles,
the sun a sphere that sucks up all the moisture.
It echoes with the buzz of lawn mowers and
the wet click of automatic sprinklers.
This place is saturated with nostalgia
that shimmers in the desert air,
mirages of memories that faded over time.