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"Desert Meditation" by Joe DiMino
Like the North
During winter
Summer in the desert
Things die off
Or go underground;
But, dissimilar to Yukon,
Here, water is the real gold
And the over burden claims
Theaters of scorching victories
And parching defeats
I walk a dry basin
Careful not to disturb
The many bones
One need not see a cross
For respect,
And need no more than sense
A cats hungry eyes to know
Another is closely watching
As is the vulture
From his lofty view
Who cant lose either way