The Poetry
Couldn’t Draw the Desert
Blue, brown
Greener than expected
Heat and struggling life
Dust and dry sand
Dehydrated sweat, crumbling, evaporated.
Hungry Birds
Like starving people
In an occasional wind
Now listen
Scratching
Dry scratching
On the sand
The wind blows
Through my hair
Onto my scalp
Sand into my eyes
Between the threads
Of my clothes
Picking prickles
Out of my shoe laces
Out of my socks
One seed at a time
Like one drop at a time
Makes a desert cave
Moist heat
More beautiful than
I could have seen
In a dream
With shining stalactites
And shimmering stalagmites
Boldly something is
Unexplainable ancient beauty
Formed by water
One drip at a time
-Darcie L. Tredwell, MA (2024)
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