in dry lands

Up hidden canyons

we climb smooth stones

dry pebbles echo

and cicadas drone

we will go

to find the place

where we belong

come with me

to cold clear springs

under cottonwoods

where sweet birds sing

with dragon fly and horsetail fern

we'll cup the water

in our hands

below blue skies

in dry lands

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