Poem 4: Grief

 

I have never been to the desert.
I have never walked that dry sand and parched air.
I have never seen the desert aglow with fiery sunset, an orb
of memory.
I have, however, known a desert in my life. I know how
to walk dry land, I know how
to love and lose, and I know
how to thirst.

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Debra Franke

Poet, writer, photographer, dreamer, taco lover, dog mom, ally for LGBTQ+ and mental health, poverty, and addiction.

https://debrafranke.com
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Poem 3: Day of Flight