Dark brown and naked after rain,
these hills have held together
despite their deep dust and our fears
after years of drought. Impossibly,
we even see a tinge of green
before the clouds clear the ridges.
Come alive and breathing, ready
to raise lush leaf and grass, they will
never be the same again in our eyes!
Nor we, forever worn by lack of moisture
on this earth and all across our minds—
growing closer and more grateful.
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