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Category: Poetry/Lyrics

A desert wasteland meets me, greets me,
And desolation is all I see.
Broken rocks and lizards
Scorpions and fissures
Sand and death and thirsty dirt
Like even the Earth itself is hurt.
A western windgust warms me, scorns me,
With resolution to just sand storm me.
Burnt off grass and anthills
Sand to glass where light spills
Atop the dirt that’s packed rock hard.
Jesus dude, just water the yard!

-B.

Posted by B. Lucid on 07/31 at 02:44 PM
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