White Sunday 288: Joshua Tree

you are like the rain

that pays visit to Joshua Tree

too rarely

too rarely

to be considered a presence

except for those moments

when the need is great

to part your clouds

and share life 

upon the parched soil

reawakening me

as I lay face down 

amidst the bleached branches

and the hollows of sand 

at the point of death

to your own purposes

but not unwelcome

I rise and will wander

infinite scoured lands

waiting for the next kiss

or death

as the high desert winds

play songs of devotion

in the branches

of the Joshua Tree

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