the wanting

there’s an open strip of land
where seeds used to root
and fold their luscious leaves
into the richness of their birth

there’s a want in me
and a drop of sun and pearl of rain
will cheat the thought
that such deserts can be greened

I run my fingers still
through the softness of it’s earth
feel the fleeting shadowed ripeness
form again in my distant mind

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