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Don Miller
On Reading Lawrence
In retreat from the Sonoran heat I enter a walled-in sanctuary
and sit beneath the canopy of a gnarled-limbed elder tree.
The leaves of wildflowers with their orange
and yellow blossoms stir a bit as I read
of Lawrence's Sicilian serpent.
oasis
a cactus wren
sips from the end of a hose
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