a cool glass of water

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



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