Desert Pavement
I am new lava flow
covered in dense sand,
the Mojave Desert of the soul.
I am the arid places,
the barren areas,
the well packed pebbles
too tight for seeds.
And in rare events,
when rain releases a prayer,
I quickly
let the waters blow
though my hardened runnels
and glow like a nude vegetable.
Dean Walker
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