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SASSAFRAS

Writer: Em Carters
Em Carters
Sep 2
1 min read


Desert blooms when rain's pass through-ed,

the moment just before, renewed.

Another could've never worked here,

all or nothing, hell-high frontier.

Dreams of flowers in the sand,

walk through sand fields, hand in hand.

Some say nothing, find him flawed,

go out; outdone, outlived, outlawed.

One man's whimsy, one mans' wander

will this rain bring florals yonder?

Through the years and in the creek beds

floods the whimsy, pulls the threads.


 
 
 

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