A Vision in a Fever-Dream
©January 16th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
A tree grows in a desert,
Magical and full-formed.
All around it flows sand
Like water in the heat.
Below the tree, a perfect Shade.
Near the Shade, a perfect cactus.
Near the cactus, a desert Fox,
Quiet and satiated,
The colour of fire and earth,
Lies asleep.
Around it are small bones,
With ants carrying away flesh.
There’s no water,
Except in blood.
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