Remember Me
Remember me?
I remember you.
My home-
Where the meadowlark laughs
And the sun paints the tranquil sky
Over the ancient hills-
A familiar majesty,
The sagebrush and thistle,
So strong and hardy,
Ugly to most,
Dear to me.
I long to wander those hills again-
Anthills and rabbit prints.
To feel the constant wind
(I left, but it never will).
To dance in the summer monsoons
At the foot of my driveway,
Where the water pools,
And scream at the weeping heavens-
Turbulent and beautiful
Like an iron sea overhead.
Here, here is where my memories
Lie, close to the little cactus,
And here is my quartz collection.
Through two backyards and across a street
A red stucco house
With porcupine grass.
My best and only friend.
She knows me better than I do.
I miss her.
I love this place.
It is my home,
And my support,
The harmony to my song.
You may not hear it,
But sine qua non.
You can take a girl out of the desert,
But she will leave her heart behind.
Copyright © Little Sperling | Year Posted 2017
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