w.c. Gosnell - Our old friend

We return once again
to meet our old friend,
the familiar,
vacant desert.
If she is in a rare mood
she may cough up
a bone or two as a random present.
But experience has taught us that
the desert is thrifty with its rare bones,
only giving one up every thousand
years or so.

w.c. Gosnell

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