And rivers cannibalize their flow
Thistles consume without pardon
None can either reap or sow,
When skin and mucous membranes
Parch to taut leathery hide
Crusted joints and walking canes
Make for jaunty, broken stride,
When the horizon's broiling haze,
Scorch all stirring in daylight's wake,
Lithesome air sets beasts ablaze,
A lifelessness that will not slake,
'Tis then flash floods raid the sands,
Cooling muddy silt wraps the crust,
And seeds dying within the lands,
Cramped casings give to floral burst,
And crawlers, slithers, walkers, play,
In new grass dew by fragile ponds,
Jubilee that ends the curse of day,
An oasis covenant renews the bonds,
Of living to water, breath, and Spirit,
Of Spirit to dead zones made alive,
Seasonal baptism be the Holy Writ,
Story of each creature born to thrive,
Yet waiting.
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