The Desert Doesn’t Cry

The desert doesn’t cry

It needs all the moisture it can get

Just to stay alive.

Every drop of tears

Can be sucked out

Leaving skeletons

To tell their stories.

Needles dare you

To reach in

And steal their juice.

The ground beneath your feet

Can burn your soles

If you don’t have pads

Thick enough.

The daytime is often

Void of creatures

Hiding in hard-fought shade

Awaiting the dusk.

Grace appears

In thunderstorm tears

Life is then happy and abundant

Exuberant flowering

Hidden heretofore.

I know what I am speaking

Desert x3

Not for the faint of heart

Tears held

Tears loved

Tears lost

I thank the goodness

For graces received.

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