Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Drought’s Valentine

The hero rain just offstage
you can hear him
rehearsing his lines
all the drains start to salivate
the roads steady themselves
lightening spot-lights
an empty pause in heaven
what can I tell you
the thunder moans
the rain army rushes in
old school spears and swords
an endless volley of arrows
thirst sinks its teeth
in lovely flesh of earth
we live until tomorrow

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