Az
We're Arizona, you and I,
The inward sigh I know from home,
You're comfort from a foreign sky.
Soft, bitter rain to hold me fast,
A letter now will reach you,
But in a week at best.
The parched land far from both of us
Bears both our names, in part.
Copyright © Annabelle Jane | Year Posted 2012
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