Desert Flowers

​Graphing out the gridlock,

we waited, wordless,

sifting through labyrinthine sediments,

with questions not paired

with answers.

​How long will justice

stagger through

these deserts?

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We plead, urgent. Coordinate now,

since those who darken our doors

will eventually mar your own.

​

The call

was not gifted. Months

staggered into years. Grief

still grants us checkered memos

in the arid summer evenings.

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Listen.

Listen closely while these sisters are alive, blooming.

We must listen now to keep jingles of laughter

keep patchworks of joy

​

In quieted reverence, we must remember

this lost sorority

their heavy absence honored, never betrayed

by memory