The Desert Cripples You.A Poem by LydiaWritesI live in Arizona, where the temperature was 111 F the other day. This poem is about how I would LOVE to get out of here.When you're in this desert for decades, Your sweat is what begins to nourish the cacti. Your veins feel like dried out rivers And your cells wither with the flowers. I have grown in this desert, My eyebrows damp with sweat in the summer, My teeth chattering in the winter. I wish I could be a slave to the green of the midwest, Or the salty air of San Francisco. Someday
it will be time to leave, © 2012 LydiaWritesAuthor's Note
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Added on June 21, 2012 Last Updated on June 21, 2012 Tags: free verse, arizona, poem, travelling, coming of age AuthorLydiaWritesAZAboutMy name is Lydia. I am an aspiring writer/poet and photographer. I feel like writing is in my blood. My late uncle was an author and my mother's side is full of English teachers, journalists, and .. more..Writing
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