The Hot Place

Turquoise dreams
Of silver sand
Beyond the red
And beneath the Rock
Golden buzz of
Easy cunning
And trying to care
Makes me hollow
Your prompt is the
Loudest whisper of
Nothing in the wind
Who calls when you don’t?
Who calls when you call?
I can’t tell the difference
I don’t want to know
I just want to matter
When the water evaporates
And leaves the mud.