In the desert
everything is poised
always
ready to reach
toward life
so the rain speaks
to the dry desert
like nowhere else
on earth.
No Holds Barred
To tenderness and trusting
In the desert
everything is poised
always
ready to reach
toward life
so the rain speaks
to the dry desert
like nowhere else
on earth.
No Holds Barred 
Riba, Liked both of your latest poems so much that I almost forgot to tell you so.
Richard
Ha! That’s funny and dear, Richard.
I was actually thinking about you a lot because they were POEMS!
I wrote four yesterday, so two more to come.
As you know, I am determined to reach my 61 posts goal while I’m 61. ;-)
But I especially loved these first two. I was hoping you would like them, too. :)