desert rain
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I stand facing east
Alone, quiet, still.
Only one companion --
A proud cactus standing tall.
Together we watch the cold night
Become the hot day.
Dry baked rocks beneath us,
The page screams out
A faintly blinking blank screen in front
Of the pale face of the writer.
She stares with list
Disappointment at her failure to subsist on the great words of those
