A Desert Spring — Desert Chicory & Mexican Poppy — Image by kenne
I Want
all the poppies to bloom
a carpet, bright bed where
you could lie down. And if
I knew where you traveled,
I would cross the river,
climb unraveled banks,
ravines thick with brambles,
and pick their fruit. You might
not know these tangled
arms, but I would bring you
berries, plums, if I knew
your thirst sunk deep as mine.
— Wendy Barker
Becoming is Superior to Being 
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