Her Desert People
Flynn Dexter
I watched God
Sweeping her broom
Across the open desert.
She slowly wetted
The upturned cheeks
Of her desert people,
Cleaned the dust
From the wrinkles
Of her aging children.
Under their eyes
Was pink youth –
I watched as years melted
In her presence.
I watched God
Clean sweeping her people gently
Delicately
I did not ask her why
The god voice
In my belly
Knows.
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Flynn Dexter is published poet, educator, Individual Slam Champion, experienced host/emcee, and community organizer. Flynn specializes in poetry surrounding LGBTQ experiences, grief and loss, healing, love, and spirituality. Flynn uses poetry to shed light on the brilliance and significance of everyday life.
I watched God
Sweeping her broom
Across the open desert.
She slowly wetted
The upturned cheeks
Of her desert people,
Cleaned the dust
From the wrinkles
Of her aging children.
Under their eyes
Was pink youth –
I watched as years melted
In her presence.
I watched God
Clean sweeping her people gently
Delicately
I did not ask her why
The god voice
In my belly
Knows.
###
Flynn Dexter is published poet, educator, Individual Slam Champion, experienced host/emcee, and community organizer. Flynn specializes in poetry surrounding LGBTQ experiences, grief and loss, healing, love, and spirituality. Flynn uses poetry to shed light on the brilliance and significance of everyday life.