I walked in a desert.
And I cried,
"Ah, God, take me from this place!"
A voice said, "It is no desert."
I cried, "Well, But --
The sand, the heat, the vacant horizon."
A voice said, "It is no desert."
by Marie HoweMy father's oak, three years taller, stands taller now than I.
Two crows for company.
One gripping the telephone wire overhead, cries out.
The other, lumbering across the cold dirt like a man in ...