Cross-Fire

Hazziness wrapped in a fog

The Gift, a mindless devastation

Juices of two world’s in a log

Log a waif ; seeking destination.

Caught in the cross-fire

Two guns, one finger

Dilemma…..is the unknown ire

Blown head is the imminent danger.

Alas,

Adopt the flowers, orphan the thorns

Keep the fragrance, squash the nectar

Befriend the desert , befriend the dunes

Oasis a beautiful mole , cactus a scar

Mind a xanadu, peace a solace

Cultural landscape a sight to grace.

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