Feet piercing the cracked earth, gaping open crying land for the moisture of an unclouded sky. Wielding my clumsy machete; the kneeling brush prays for mercy, but I easily injure the strongest root. The land trembles with warnings reaching every corner: INTRUDER The cholla sharpen their needles and take aim...
"Searching for a Golf Ball in the Desert,"
Sketch: Vol. 49
, Article 7.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol49/iss1/7