The clouds drift

Patchy in the aird sky

The sands shift amongst shrubs

Berms in perpetual, aching movement

Alone on a spiny blade

A pink flower opens to the sky

Its petals and stamen dance in the wind

In defiance of the dry air

The flower glistens with its own dew

A colorful contrast in the sea of tan

The axis upon which the desert turns

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