Spirits haunt the desert.
Colossal wrecks of travelers,
Russian, British, American,
those who sheltered in place,
those who looked for adventure,
those who never got to say hello.
Passions yet survive
for mightier and mightier works
to be placed on lone and level sands,
to climb sharp peaks,
to find a rock and bring it safely back to Earth
before the end of this century.
Other bootprints will last forever
but some of the tire tracks
may already be gone.
Fallen to the everyday
wind and dust
of an antique land.