like in the desert-
everywhere rolls of thistles
roll over and over

only a green stem
in the field and a white collar
guarding surroundings

only you, flower?
vainly, the shepherd tells her
you can’t bring the spring

sheep in the field graze
imaginary blade of grass
lost in thoughts shepherd

lost in thoughts shepherd
murmurs a forgotten song
a former one

dire poverty-
there was Heaven on Earth once
and happy people

still firing drought stares-
there is nothing left to dry
bald plains defies it

now and then
grasshoppers in the parched grass
hippety-hoppety –life goes on