Dry, dry, dry as dust!
Goodbye to rain,
Old, fair weather friend
Winds no longer send.
The weather vane
Is seized with rust.

Crack, crack, crack, the grass
Cracks under foot.
Earth, forced apart,
Gapes for an implant, a heart.
Mad gardeners put
In a bypass.

Pale, pale, pale the sky
Rains emptiness
And days shrink under
Nights drained of wonder.
Time to confess
Our sins, throats dry.


Drought is a good excuse for minimalist verse! If you try watering the garden, the water just disappears down cracks and boils in hell.

Current draft:

26 August 2015


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