Saturday, March 6, 2010

honey, you've heard it

honey, you've heard it
before; my bruised eyes
are as apricots and sore;

how am i to dream of you
when sleep is less prevalent today?

remember, sustained rains
are rare events in the Mojave;

and what's more, my love—

although it's known as Death Valley,
it's more depression than corridor.

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