RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Lost Regal Deserts - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Staring out over a sea of skyscrapers, hoping to see
glimpses of our beautiful desert wasteland.
From this particular direction, other than grey and
brown buildings, all I can see is the sky above.
A vast light blue in every single direction without
a cloud in view, gives wonder and thought as I
contemplate a desert of my own doing within.
A desert I played in all the time as a child.
One, that in reality, city officials long ago
destroyed, because they prefer the color green to
rainbow colors of our desert decked out in regal
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