Laid out for all eyes
Under an unsympathetic
Sun’s daily march overhead
Brown, red, dirt and rock
Sprinkled with gray grass
And worn trees is a
Manmade landscape
Cleaned by goats
Here is clarity
Limited only by
Your attention span
Living things were erased
Only deep gulches
And dry streams remember
Left for dead? Hardly
Its inhabitants are hidden
Specialists focused on living
Pure survival
You must wander into
That heat tracked by thirst
Until your mind begs for shade
Only then, will you learn
To taste a cool glass of
Water
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