I like to walk in the desert after the rain
because the dry world blossoms with life
and in the thrum of heat I become alive,
fervent in the passion of discovering things.
Like blossoms in a barrel cactus
and the fresh songs of birds
as they fly through the air.
The big beetles
their hind ends
like banners to the sun.
Lizards basking easy
as crickets have cooled
and play in new found shade.
Their tongues will slowly dry again
but for now everything celebrates.


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