Night is coming to the desert
In the fading light
Animals show up
In a hurry
As if their working day
Begins
Legs and tails
Sharp little teeth
Soon it is hard to tell
If they aren’t really
Thorny bushes
Folds of earth
Or empty rivulets
Waiting for the floods
That may or may not come
This year
Then the stars
Open their eyes of innocence
Quietly
Pouring down on us
The essence
That we are.
Now:
Who
Do
You
Want
To
Listen
To
?
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