Sunday, 27 May 2007

A Gift Of Desert Sand by Michael Lee Johnson

I wish to offer you
a possession, but all
precious things have
been given to you-
diamond rings from weary strangers,
fine linen weaved by foreign hands;
but a nomad owns little,
scavenges much.
For this reason, I write
warm words in dry wilderness,
hijack a private plane,
parachute down to you
this short poem, a gift
of desert sand, a gift
from desert sky.

Michael Lee Johnson, Chicago, USA

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