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Après Moi le Déluge

After heat comes the flood

Photo by Max Rovensky on Unsplash

The desiccated earth calls out for you
She gasps, spent and weary without your touch
‘Quick,’ she whispers, ‘come quench these empty husks,
Grant the garden a little midday dew.’

Inhabitants steep like simmering stew
Sweating, chafing, til it’s all too much
AC just an exacerbating…

Perfection in fourteen lines.

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Wholly Holly

Wholly Holly

Poet and author across several genres, with a love of photography and gardening.

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