you’re a long drought
that brings only deaths
to leaves, to flowers,
to fish in the rivers
in our beloved town.

since you’re a drought,
our tears will moisten the earth,
transform into vapors,
then rise up to the clouds.
you’ll hear us as thunders
and rain as we fall hard

to wash you down the drain!

To relish the original juice of this moist poem, click here.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s