January 27, 2019

the desert

Here we are again
talking about the weather
the safe rain
the squash plants
the baking heat
the lawn mower
the snow
the bread and milk

I will not pour down
drops of myself
for you
I will not burn with
passion-heat
I will not say words
that fall in a white hush
to bring you peace

The desert does not
concern itself when
the weather
never changes

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