Redemption
She imagined he'd fine
the walk unbearable-
Along the pavement
In the blistering heat
Cursing the humidity,
and the absence of/
any reassuring breeze
Breaking for this place,
Once remembered by
Its playful streams
Aligned with jasmine-
And overgrown daffodils
Trying to comprehend,
His questions remained-
Unanswered
He hates it here
The bright stillness-
Without words
The forward/
without motion
Witnessing the only thing
He ever loved-
Suspended in this desert
And yet...
how beautiful
It seemed
To someone raised
In a landscape
Never short of rain
Lifting his arms
To her empty sky
He prays for water
Copyright © Angie Wassell | Year Posted 2016
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