A drought were you knew every dry part of soil like you know a friend
Thirst had taken hold of me
The pangs that come from watching other relationships blossom
From desert vantage
And innocent handshakes
Are dew laden.
I was oft so wingless.
Friends I see your gardens growing.
I rejoice with each harvest.
Your embraces, your diamond declarations, your children.
Living in the richness,
You queens and kings of affection.
While I grew so weary with my lifeless dirt.
My ramshackle feast of imagination
Was all that I’d wheelbarrow home.