Dead sea deserts bloom
somber grey rock that makes the vast drying forms
churning up fallen retreats for men and women
the earth with a layer of child-birth beds
the post of lady-in-waiting police
were drawn up on two rainy seasons
ridges over their eyes blossom
and frozen flowers of every shape
and gardens of stone parasols
their bones claim that a swimmer is safe
as long as he stays under the ancient tales
the animals, small, burrowing creatures
may go through life without drinking water;
the wind-harsh, soilless terrain shaped by lack of rain
the land of the sun bare lands
sequinned are innumerable stars.