beyond the dirt blankets
and the sagebrsuh sea,
awaits the patient cactii
hoping for the heavens
to release their drink.
Free flowing blue-blood
falling from the sky.
The exhale of one
is the inhale of another.
The ungrateful snake slinks
away from this rainy realm.
The soaking spiders tickle sand
as they scurry to
a drier existence.
Yet the cactii remain,
patiently quenching
ancient thirsts,
thankful to be
one day closer
to a blossoming beauty.
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