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The Fire Burns
Poems
Aug 2017
Her Garden
Pink tip blossoms,
tightening hard as,
the hot night falls,
a dewy breeze tightens the buds.
I lavish attention on her red canna,
spritzing each folded petal,
making sure each one has been explored,
and pampered.
Slowly I plow the field,
breaking each bit of ground,
opening it further,
readying it for the down pour.
The storm builds,
approaching inch by inch,
the sounds are unmistakable,
then suddenly a flash flood.
As morning light starts,
the garden I start to tend,
natural beauty,
appreciated.
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The Fire Burns
M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)
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