after the downpour of dreams
and other purely imaginary events
celebrated here in the desert
are these drops of blood
spattered on the bricks like petals
the wind shepherds into drifts
so a river of blood is formed
from where a huge stone fell
from a passing truck
and rolled into the yard
there’s a hollow space
in the middle of it holds water
stained with ambient light
the desert gathers round
to see itself the petals
act like real blood
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