Desert Streams



How lovely lilies and lilacs line any garden,
lively
How sweet lorikeets sing as they comb blossoms,
symphony
Magical dews dance on weedy paths,
pickled
Just how sweet and artful thy touches wert,
condensing
How we should act in the face of hate and misguided fear,
love
So, unquiet that it refuses to fit the frame,
Fluid - perfectly human,
Reverberant, resolute,
Flooding in colours loud and merry,
Unfeigned, unchanged
Raging in hushed tones, yet
thrives.
Inconstant like desert streams,
Softening, desirous
Erotically erroneous, a possessed pair
Fits like a dovetail,
Rich, passionate
That country hath no darkness nor sadness but,
bright sunshines and laughter
Yet hits like a thousand grits in the sand storm,
their privation
Heals and binds, makes dissimilar similar,
joyous and unfettered
By nature, by nurture,

Springs irrigate the oasis.

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