Strange things can happen in the desert...
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In the sands of a desert that is far away from anywhere or anything and is but a by the by in the great story of life; the boyfriend was buried up to his neck in sand that had nothing better to do but keep him there, imprisoned in it as he talked to a black bird that had crow-like tendencies but today was acting like a raven and sitting on the stump of an old tree as the sun went down for another day.
“Ah where am I falling now? Seem like every time I wake up I go falling somewhere else,” said the boyfriend unable to scratch his itching nose.
“You must stop walking in the shadow of your defeat if you want to escape,” said the black bird sharpening its beak on the tree.
“If only I could get out of this hole I would walk away,” said the boyfriend wistfully.
“Oh hot child in the dust, torn between heat and cold and the hours that pass so slowly on a road that leads nowhere, how do you expect to get out of your hole,” said the black bird looking most interested.
“Someone will save me,” said the boyfriend craning his neck as far as he could to see if anyone was in sight.
“There is no one here but us,” said the black bird hopping down from the stump onto the sand and giving a caw like a Jackdaw.
“Help!” cried the boyfriend then as the big bird hopped closer and eyed his eye and lining up its beak ready to strike.
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From nowhere, that the boyfriend could see anyway, a small stick flew and struck the bird, and with a screech and many feathers falling, it flew away in a bad temper and was not seen again in this part of the story.
And then angelic Ann-Marie was there in front of the boyfriend and with her hands on her hips she looked at him askance and said: “Boyfriend, what are you doing down there in that hole?”
“I don’t know,” he said, “I closed my eyes for a 40 minute wink and woke up here in this hole in the sand talking to a bird, and now you’ve come, I hope, to save me.”
“Good job I found you in time then isn’t it?” said Ann-Marie and pulling the boyfriend out of the hole she brushed the sand from his clothes. After which they both sat on the tree stump and waited for the number 37 bus to come along and take them home.
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DESERT RAINS
“When the rains come the desert blooms and gives life back to all that live there.
For a short time it is beautiful.
And the desert trees say: “We have come again to be broken open.”
And the song of the wind echoes that for all to hear.
And taking up the cry the flowers too open in beauty.
And the poet’s eyes open and see what no pen can describe, for in this place only the heart can be moved,” said the number 37 bus taking a stroll in the desert.
“Hop on,” it said as it pulled up to the two waiting at the bus stop.
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