…this arid land… by Sonja Benskin Mesher

I am not a silent poet

water flows down this valley. wind blows

round our houses.i have said it before.yet

seems that those who should know better,

talk of gods, may judge the             people .

live in remote places.

between mountain, sea.      the land becomes


this arid land.


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