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DESERT RAIN

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A poem in desert rain.

Desert Rain

From ice to sand

the flight landed in coulds

so thick the rain sounded like

dirt shoveled against a window

with a big shovel.

All of my sun clothes stay packed

until the missing weatherman

crawls out of his hole

and changes desert rains

 to dry desert plains

About David Gillaspie

Comments

  1. Mark M Mullins says:

    Cool, dude. Minimalist

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