Sahara

I live in the Sahara desert I
call it my home I
lie on the sands and
let the winds roll me I
call the winds by name

Saharan nomads wander by
sometimes they watch as I
slide along the dunes I
have sand in my eye I
have forgotten my name

ah Sahara Sahara Sahara I
remember my name I
let it roll of my mouth like
laughter
Sahara Sahara Sahara

this garden grass will pass with winter

i am the witness to its passing, this winter grass.

winter grass, this is your name, my crass gift

to you. you leave when the heat comes.

you are pretty and I am plain

when it rains

you stretch across my garden plain

when it rains

in the garden pots grow prickly cacti

or are they succulents? why are they called this?

they are not succulent

winter grass, this is your name, my crass gift

to you. you leave when the heat comes.

but the cacti stay

they are not succulent

but i lie in their bed anyway

just to spite you, winter grass