Walking in the wash
the desert is wetted
with passing rain,
thick beds of mud
like mocha chocolate,
heavy and sticky,
sludge on shoes
want to take a stick and
write something in it
nothing comes to me...
but "chocolate or mud?"
a perspective thing
good or bad?
grief or celebration?
And without tasting it...?
could be either...!
Pam Piper Rain
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