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Jan 2013
This place makes me angry
because the heater is out of control
because my mind is out of control
because here is where even cacti die
dry
barren
yet full of concrete buildings
mortar
metal screws
yet there you are, a sprout
green
small
yet blossoming tall.
Ann Beaver
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