Drought Wake
Published in
Apr 26, 2020
sun glaring down from the weather hill
eyes on the ground for the morning drill
neck likes to bend, play the gentleman
play you may, thinks the head, but be gentle then
don’t pretend like this bend might bear fruit someday
I can’t see, I can’t breathe, while I’m forced to pray
Originally published on Wetterleuchten on April 26, 2020.
