Mirage

The dry heat of loneliness causes my heart to long.

It is a place in the Sonoran desert prickly from cacti and hot pebbles and loose dirt where I scream for the human heart.

In my mind, there is an oasis of one man who scatters the sandy path with heart-shaped pink petals.

But on my first step, they fly away before I can reach the cool Jesus water.

 

 

 

 

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