Monday, August 13, 2012


Poems 2012: Drought

Bone dry corn stalks
Brittle, unmoving
No easy sway with the wind.

In the town, I stop.
Two girls stand there,
Twin stalks, unmoving;
Too far from the water.

I love me a drought poem! And you captured how a drought dries up the people, too. I remember the first day it finally rained last year, and everyone in the neighborhood came out in the street and got wet.
Well said, Mark. Strong image.

There's a good poem in that moment-- everyone in the street, looking up...
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