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“
Below cascading breaths of storming sighs
Shudder the petals of the desert skies;
Gentle blossom, nestled flame atop thorns
Savors languid sunbeams after gust storms,
Breeze parted clouds afford warmth to the bud
Softly caressing limbs windswept in mud,
Draped spider tinsel on pin blades verdant
Peacefully swing in the mellowed current,
As raised arms pine for the sun’s strengthened gaze
That’s nurtured generations long lost days,
From arid desert sands, to seeds in soil
From rainfall of winter,
...more
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Giver of gifts for those who will see them:
You and I, cactus, we are clear on the quiet exchanges
The desert makes with its creature citizens.
In passing by, and every time, I never fail to wave.
As every time I see you, you are invariably--invariably--
Waving your arms in delight in seeing me.
”
― Not Go Away Is My Name
― Not Go Away Is My Name
