Rattlers and Scorpions
For those
who are content to scan
the surface of things
the desert can seem
quite empty and harsh;
while some others
like myself, travel
the crevasses, rest in
the shade side of a
thorny cactus – become
part of their luscious blooms
after a rare rain, or simple
cloud hiccup. More deserts
within than without, when
a heart is barren and the soul
refusing all relief –
I respect their necessary spikes,
asking of them only brief acceptance
and forgiveness...for the rattlers
and scorpions of my own
I have come to shed....
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