God of the Garden

The God of the garden 

Welcomes me 

Home 

Death Valley. 

May be beautiful 

And far 

But it is not 

Green with flowers 

And 

Too many spring 

Weeds 

It is quieter -

Until the wind blows 

Then it feels like time 

To dig a hole 

In the dusty ground 

To get away from 

Blowing sand that stings 

As it hits my leg -

Can't stand up straight -

Walking like a drunken person -

And the sun -

Which dries all things 

Is very fierce

There 

Beautiful mountains. -

Here -

I have the sea -

All places seem to have 

Some version

Of crows -

As one flys by 

A hummingbird 

Comes near -

Sits on a branch 

Above my head 

And looks at me 

Saying 

Why -

Why don't you have 

a hummingbird feeder 

For me 

Thank you 

God of the Garden 

For being here 

To welcome me 

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