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SONORAN SUMMER
SONORAN SUMMER
The river has run dry, its bed is empty, and
Across the flower carpet dim and dusty, parched
Penstemon and brave little brittlebush,
Expecting an inundation, stretch in a rush -
Spreading petals and leaves which their wetted
Tapestry of color and life weaves - but they fast
Revert to survival tactics and retract petals, in the
Yearly drought of the Sonoran summer.
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