Burnt Sudanese earth under claw, <br />a vulture waits three steps behind <br />a girl who crouches, strands of straw <br />beneath her lowered head, her mind <br /> <br />in refuge on the dream-kissed shores <br />of an oasis, where green palm <br />leaves shade black brows, and water pours <br />into a pool that’s bright but calm. <br /> <br />A flame-tree sheds no grief, instead <br />droops in the backdrop. A stump lies <br />resembling a lion’s head <br />still warding off the thirst of flies.<br /><br />Leo Yankevich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/water-52/
