Thursday, June 19, 2014

The Scorched Earth

Branded with the black spines
of manzanitas,
the hills curl up in shame.
Not even a blade of grass
can penetrate
its blistered skin.

The earth is naked
when it should be clothed.
It is sick
when it should be bursting with health.

The scorched earth is life
imprisoned.
Waiting for rain.


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