[35] Blossoms in the Desert, John P. Kristofco

 

in unforgiving sun they’ve learned
to live where others dare not come,
stealing remnants of the drying stream,
its glimmer in the purple night
and strain for breath of transpiration,

patient like the acorn dream
waiting for the touch of green

and rising there from dirge of sand
to stand a fragile moment
in the magic of their color
and deny the fateful dust

 

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