A Desolate Heart

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“Welcome to the desert of the real.”

–Morpheaus, from the movie, The Matrix

An ever-drying aridity. Step after step across a desert stretching to the horizon. Only the memory of water.

Such an exhaustion that the expression “dead on my feet” is a declaration of enthusiasm. Here, in the heart of the desert, words come as easily as the precious drops acrued on a solar sill.

Yet the only way out is through…

winter wind

the last patch of

dying grass

I’m hosting dVerse Poets’ Haibun Monday, where we’re writing about heart.

The pub is open! Come join us!

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