A Lonely Woman

she sings her songs
in the desert
time and again
those that hear her
under the moon
remember oasis
bridges and rivers
and seagulls and
date palms
wild birds in the safari
tigers and lions
with cubs
and forests never
before imagines

such a sad woman
wanting to free her people
from the loneliness
of the dunes
the cruelty of the sun at
noon

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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