DROUGHT
(triple sec)
dry, dry, dry
weeds, blown to powder
adobe, cracked and crumbled
tongue, parched
nostrils, full of dust
cheeks, cracked
eyes, caked.
skin, blistered
soul, shattered
by hopeless constant baking
shh! Listen. What is that low
distant rumble?
Is it hope?
Is it the song of Isaiah
escorting blossoms back
to our desert?
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