Thirst
written by: Melissa Lemay
I will roam the desert—
keep your water and your bread;
man does not live on bread
alone.
Heat scorches my skin,
sweat stinging my eyes,
I crawl on hands and knees
if I can write.
Sandstorms swirl around
me—
I am not forsaken;
I have fingers
and I can scrawl
letters in the sand.
I may be forgotten
when I return to dust;
feelings strokes of letters
leave will remain.
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