Napowrimo Day 1 – I cannot live with you

I cannot live with you.

 

Your habitat is desert.  Mine

the northwest forest, damp

with moss, maple, fir, pine,

tangled with plump black

berries.

 

Your habitat is desert.  Stone

and sand, cholla, prickly pear.

The heated sweep of sun

that your summer   day bears

will blind me.

 

So how is it that I always

finish your sentences? That you

finish mine?

 

Minds melted and melded,

roots and branches intertwined

by distance and difference.

 

———-

Napowrimo Day 1 challenge: write a poem beginning with the first line of another poem.  My first line was from an Emily Dickinson.

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