May 2020
Channel all your pain
to the summoned fields of my sun-baked heart
let me be your long-suffering, xeriscaping soil
--once rain-fed by this love--
now as parched as
Atacama
the plateau where we bowed our heads
and pleaded for mere drops of forgiveness
to the summoned fields of my sun-baked heart
let me be your long-suffering, xeriscaping soil
--once rain-fed by this love--
now as parched as
Atacama
the plateau where we bowed our heads
and pleaded for mere drops of forgiveness
BLT's new challenge- to write a poem using the Merriam- Webster word of the day, xeriscape.
(54/M/The Exclusion Zone)
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