Bent and broken
The morning driped its dew
Upon dirt and over the rays
Ready for another cactus to flower
And creosote filled the air
With the smell of rain
While sage brush painted the sound
Of a damp desert silent in morning
dew
Bent and now bright
The high desert will soon offer shade
To rabbit, hare and rattle snake
Under the wings of owls and hawks
And I sit alone
Next to thornless honey
mesquite
Searching for my soul
Grateful and in peace
Bent and dreamfull
October 5, 2023
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2023
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