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Sailing on Grass

Unusual.

All the old-timers said so,

to have so much water.

Winter snows more than usual,

and now spring rains beyond normal,

had made the desert seem to float in green.

A sea of it,

almost to launch a boat

if one could be made of grass,

that would ride green waves as they swept past

from the low hills cross the valley

to the mountains on the other side.

It was almost as if the earth shivered

with joy of green,

through lights and darks

and a hundred hues between.

I seldom wish for impossibilities

but that would have been a ride

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