My Desert

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My dear waters, I leave you today,

for a desert

that isn’t chocolate-filled or creamy. 

My desert has saguaros and ocotillos, 

Howling coyotes at sunset.

My desert doesn’t move hypnotically,

to the rhythm of waves and wind.

My desert is rugged and sharp. 

I am coming home.